The same little elderly lady has shown up in my dreams a few times. Months apart.

She’s so nice. I wish I knew who she was, but I don’t think it’s anyone I know or know of. Maybe she’s just a composite of the best of women I’ve known?

Today, in my dream, we were in amongst a group of people. She pulled me aside and told me three times to read the first like 154 pages of a book she was reading.

Then we were even having a moment of laughter before I woke up.

So much in the dream was oddly specific.

Maybe these things are just glitches in our brains? Or is there another element? Wish I knew.