Last night, I dreamt that it snowed in my backyard, light handfuls of snow fluttering down from the sky. Enough snow fell to cover the trees, the steps, and our pool cover. In my dream, my hubby and I walked through the snow, mystified and yet elated.
It was the first dream I’ve remembered dreaming since the stroke.
I woke up this morning to sunshine streaming through the curtains. Today was a sunny day, in contrast to my dream, and an odd and striking way to wake up. I had left one dark and snowy world for a sunny morning. I took the dogs downstairs as usual. Slipped on my wool slippers as usual these days. That sort of thing. All in a groggy stupor.
Then I checked the news online. It really had snowed last night here in the Bay Area.