Dreamed that I was sleeping in a room with four beds. I had one bed. A teenage male and woman occupied the others. I sensed someone was on the other side of the door and went to open it.
My father was on the other side. When I let him in, we exchanged a few words then he got into bed.
I had a massage by an extraordinary MT yesterday. She has quite the repertoire of techniques and I never feel like an hour is short with her because the experience is so solid.
She told me that my shoulders, which usually feel like granite, were much better. I really think it's yoga that has taken care of the shoulder tightness.
Post-massage, I was in a dazed state and ultra-relaxed which, I think, allowed me to sense my father at the door.
Odd topic for a Friday, hunh?