Ghosts

I dreamt of ghosts last night. It was at my mom's place, in the summer time. We were a group of us mingling in front of the stables near the house, when some people came out of the open stable doors. They were a bit different, walking among us as if they were part of us. Nobody really noticed but at one point I saw a man who was watering bushes with a hose that was not connected to anything. So I silently told the living about them.

I still remember the feeling of awe I was in, how beautiful everything was. For some reason it was quite touching. Us, the living, were amazed, happy. These feelings are strong as I write this.

I remember us leading them back to the stables, gently, like you help an older person to something.