Mark: I hope you are alright, Bianca. Anyhow, I woke up thinking about you, gorgeous. 7:17 AM
Bianca: Hello darling. I'm all cozy under my duvet. Hoping to get another hour of shut eye… xoxo 7:39 AM
Mark: Dear Bianca,
I'm delighted to know that you are ok. Marty ought to be a good boy and let you sleep another hour!
I had a good night of sleep, but must confess that you were prominently featuring in my mind.
I also had a strange nightmare, which I would like to share with you: I went to a hospital to visit someone, who I cannot recall right now. The hospital was in a deep valley and there was an incredibly steep and long stair to get there. I visited my friend, encountered many others, upon returning, when I was at the top of the mountain. It started snowing and I realised that I had left my coat behind. So, I decided to return.
The stairs look even steeper and now there were no handrails. And next to it, there were a few trees. When I started going down the stairs, I felt vertigo and decided to jump to see if I could catch one of the tree branches. I could not hold to it and fell into the abyss. Upon falling I realised that death was imminent and that nothing could be done, but I though, this must be a dream. I said to myself, if it is, I can fly. I flew over several trees, but eventually was pulled down to the ground by an incredible force - imagine gravity but amplified many times and hit the ground in a free fall, as if my ability to fly had disappeared.
At that moment I knew I had died. It felt very real. I started seeing things in the way I see them in my mind - as numbers and geometric figures with colours, and started ascending. There was a serenity and peace in the process. I woke up rather unsettled once I reached a sort of dark blue horizon.
I'm not sure as to how to interpret it, but wished to share it with you.
How was your night? I hope you had a wonderful time.
Needless to say that I can hardly wait to see you again soon, gorgeous.
I miss you dearly this morning, as I have been missing every day since I've met you. I do not know what this means and am not bothered by my inability to define it, but it's a yearning that never leaves me and I feel so alive. Thank you so much for being in my life.
Have a wonderful and abundant day and enjoy your massage.
Love,
Mark 8:15 AM