Learning Craft In Your Dreams

I dream every night. As I wake Iām aware of my dream, though the specifics arenāt always clear. This morning was like that. Since my mind is always active at night, I donāt give the elusive dreams any additional thought. But today when I walked into the kitchen, past a picture of my mom, one specific moment of last nightās dream slammed back into me. I lost my mom a couple years ago. Those of you who have experienced loss, know you never, ever stop missing your loved ones. My grief has progressed to the point where I smile whenever I think of her, and only rarely get hit with those aching moments of emptiness. Last night in my dream, I was sitting cross-legged on the ground. I donāt remember why. I have no clue what I was doing beforehand or what I intended to do afterward. Someone plopped down next to me and I glanced casually to see who it was. It was my mother. I gasped, āMom!ā I was confused how she could be there. I knew she was supposed to be dead, but I didn...