This isn't a dream so much that I'm recounting today, although I do vaguely remember some dream activity last night. Ok, the dream activity first.
I was a wandering beach person, looking for the simple things in life such as a place to wash my hands, perhaps. Someone asked me what I missed about home life.
"A place to get laid, maybe?" they asked.
"Yes, please!" was my response.
That's about it for that. So, on to my real life phenomenon which has something to do with dreaming. Most nights I will put on several pieces of jewelry before retiring to sleep. They consist of my and Sharon's wedding rings, another ring with a pearl and some fake diamonds that she had made up for herself, a gold chain with a couple of her grandparents wedding bands and a gold chain with a sun pendant that I bought for her.
The gold chains sit in my display cabinet during the day, encircling a crystal pyramid and small mini urn containing Sharon's ashes. I wear the jewelry at night in an attempt to make a dream connection with Sharon, though by now it is more of a routine that I do unconsciously.
Well, for two nights this week I've woken up in the morning to find that the pearl ring, which I placed on my index finger the night before, has migrated to my middle finger alongside Sharon's wedding rings.
When I look at my index finger to see it empty, I'm first thinking that the ring has simply slipped off during the night. That would be logical, since it is a very loose fit. But then I see it there on my other finger, next to the other rings, and my logical mind doesn't have so ready an explanation.
Am I removing and repositioning the the ring in my sleep? Is someone else doing it? It's not the kind of thing that can happen on its own, that's for sure.
That's it for my mysterious magic phenomenon for now. Once was enough to be noteworthy, but twice in one week? I have no explanation. Maybe I'll try putting them on in that configuration on my own and see if that sparks anything, dream-wise.
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