I got this from one of my facebook friends:

I had a dream last night with you in it. We were working in some office, you had borrowed a desk directly across from me. The desks were in metal cubicles and you had your back to the reception area. The person who usually sat there was out and you were using it. I remember thinking she must use my desk when I'm out too. You started to cry. And cry and cry. I hugged you but never found out what was making you cry. Then the scene changed, it became the beach club that I go to and you just faded out of the dream.

Odd, because I don't even know you that well (or even read your blog, or visit your websites all that often, LOL). And in the dream your hair was lovely. :) 

I responded:

Wow, _____, that is amazing. :)

Thanks for telling me and that is my personality, ya know. I would never tell someone while I was crying and I have a packed 8th house so the idea I would use someone elses desk (energy) is also accurate. 

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I don't know this man either, except to say when those Arrow truckers got stranded on Christmas eve, he opened his home in NY, and offered to give rides which actually says quite a bit, huh?

I had a dream of you too, but I forgot it. 

Wow Elsa, a couple of years ago, not soon after I started reading your blog, I had a dream with you and the soldier in it, you both lived in a delapidated beach house and had welcomed me and some other guests into the house, and I remember the floors were crooked and the water kept washing over the deck and slamming against the windows.  That was pretty much it, or as much as I can recall now.  I never mentioned the dream at the time, but the water theme was prominent, as were the crooked floors.