Wade and I were at a house party. I was feeling unsafe, and was trying to move a couch. He came over, and I thought he was going to help me, but then he told me that I wasn't supposed to be moving the couch, I was supposed to be dancing. Then all of a sudden, we were in the gazebo behind the restaurant, and he told me we'd bounced through a portal.
I was like "Cool!" because I've always found travelling and being in-between destinations to be a stressful thing. I was thinking that it was about time we'd figured out being able to instantly transport ourselves to another place.
Wade was sitting in this huge rocking chair that was made out of reddish wood. He said to me, "God is sending you messages, but you are not listening."
I woke up and haven't been able to stop crying today.
It was such a simple dream, yet perhaps one of the most important and meaningful ones I've had lately. I miss the chats that Wade and I used to have in that gazebo, I know that much.