I dreamt that I flew to Hawaii to attend a Ram Dass retreat. I took my ex partner with me (who hadn’t talked to me in a while; more on that later 🤭) because I was nervous to go alone.

We arrived to the house we were staying at. It was white and open and bright and airy. It had many rooms and floors. Full of interesting people from all over the earth. Everyone wore white including me. 

I walked around the house. Smiling at people who were there for the retreat or already living there. The house had large windows that overlooked a white sand beach with perfect crystal blue waves.

At some point I wandered into the kitchen (as I am known to do) where people were chatting. An older lady (who looked like the mom from Family Matters) motioned for me to come sit in the chair next to her. I felt love exuding from her somehow. A mother’s love. I went to her.

She welcomed me and asked if I was OK. I said yes and that I was happy to be there but nervous and didn’t know what to do with myself. She smiled and hugged me and said, “Well young man, I guess you can help me with the laundry after we have a snack” and winked.

And so I did. And it was the best laundry ever. It smelled of fresh cotton, clean air, and unconditional love.

The dream time skipped. The whole house had gone to an event (my ex partner decided to go do his own thing). The event ended right as the sun began to set. We crowded into the subway to get back. While inside the station, the power went out. The subway shut down. We had to find other ways of getting back to that big white beautiful house.

A small group of us decided to walk together. The sun was just beginning to set. The sky was a deep orange and teal. Like the cover of Dive by Tycho. Beautiful.

On the walk, I found him jogging. I called out to him and he stopped. He would not look me in the eyes or talk to me for some reason. One of the people we were with told us someone had a plane and could pick us up. I instantly agreed and he managed a reluctant shrug in agreement (he used to be afraid of flying). 

A tiny plane landed. It fit 4 people in addition the pilot at most. We took off into that gorgeous orange and teal sky. The views were so beautiful. So calm. I could see the waves crashing into the sand below me. Framed by the orange/teal sky. I felt bliss.

The plane climbed a bit higher. The pilot began to roll the plane in the air. Laughing a deep mischievous childlike laugh (my favorite kind) as he did so.

I laughed. And laughed. We all laughed. I looked back to see my ex partner absolutely terrified. I could see the cabin turning and him turning. Like a washing machine in a cartoon. I did my best to hold his hand and comfort him but I could not stop laughing. My face hurt from the guttural laughing.

I woke up laughing in bed. My face sore. I had to get out of bed and leave the bedroom to keep from waking my current partner up.