I dreamed about you last night, but I couldn’t see you. I only remember feeling your presence.
I’m scared of (night) dreaming because my significant dreams are often premonitions, and they’re usually not good. I have had them since I was a child. The first one was in 1977, the night before a major earthquake in Romania. I was alone in a room, sitting in front of a mirror on a dressing table, combing my long, black hair that reached the floor. The stool and the dressing table were the only furniture in the room. Everything was of a dirty white colour—the walls, floor, furniture, and my long robe. When I shared this with my mother, she listened distractedly, as was her habit due to my non-stop chatter. Suddenly, I felt she was fully attentive, she insisted I recount every detail. She immediately called my aunts and grandmother telling them about the dream, and saying, “This is not good.” I didn’t understand why; I didn’t have a negative feeling about the dream, except for my hair, which was intensely black, lacked shine, and appeared lifeless. The disaster happened the next day, affecting many areas but not Cluj.
I only had positive premonitions while awake, feeling sudden joy for no apparent reason.
After that, I had numerous accurate, bad premonitory dreams, some straightforward and others symbolic. I tried to ignore and question them, but the evidence was undeniable. These dreams ceased after I “met” you. Infinite Love.