I have deleted a few boards from the Fun & Games section to clear up the place a little bit. I think it's time for fresh settings and topics and the like, to go hand in hand with the style make-over and the overall appearance of the forum now. I also find it is much cleaner to have a new topic every now and then when one has been filled to at least three or so pages. The forum often asks by default if you wish to post in a topic that hasn't been responded to in a while, so I'm adjusting a few things and keeping it clear of that happening too often.
I should have posted this a little earlier, shortly after I'd woken up, because it's not as fresh in my memory now as it was, but I will try and add as much detail as I possibly can. I have no real clue as to where it might have come from, though I have focused a fair bit on George as of late, but never to the extent of this dream. I was having a conversation with Edu ( Pattie's mun ) just the other day about ' Grey Cloudy Lies ', however, so I'm wondering if it's all just a direct result of the misery that put me in as I got to thinking more about it, again. I remember the first time I actually heard that song and how, not long after, I found a snippet of an interview, suggesting George had contemplated suicide and that song was written more or less just after. I wonder if all those thoughts floating around in my head a second time have been getting to me too much, without my realising it.
From the few sequences I can remember, I was being held by Ravi Shankar .. for some reason, I was sitting across his lap as a child would their fathers knee when being comforted, and I was half crying——half drifting off to sleep, as we sat in this greenhouse, in a very large garden, listening to the sound of George Harrison's voice from somewhere. That was the part that bugged me most after I woke up, because I couldn't figure out in the dream where the voice was coming from. Via the weight of feeling in the dream, I can safely assume that he had passed on and that was the reason I was so upset, but the fact that I dreamt of Ravi comforting me, was a little unusual. I absolutely adore him, but it was just one of those ' ... eh? ' moments. I'm still trying to piece bits of it together, but that was the majority of what happened.
I should also note that within the greenhouse, there were many plants and flowers, but also dead carcasses of many little critters, and that disturbed me so much, that was the reason I woke up from it. I have no idea what it meant; perhaps I am still grieving, but it was so very strange.