Last night I had the strangest dream.

I think I was some kind of secret agent because I was trying to get from the top of this very high cliff to some kind of facility down at the oceans edge. I ended up hang gliding down to the beach. I remember I was running away from somebody at this point in the dream and needed to get down to the facility to stop them from doing something terrible. I remember feeling fairly stressed at this point in the dream.

When I got there my friends Chiara and Erik were on the beach having taken their own hang gliders down from other cliffs around the beach. They gave me a group hug, one on either side of me and I started to cry. I remember distinctly being pressed between them. I think I was just so relieved to have some physical contact with other people and have friendly people around me that I couldn't take it emotionally and just burst into tears. I also think there was some kind of mothering thing going on with Chiara which is interesting. I don't normally think of her as a mother figure for me but I think some of the comfort she was offering in the dream stemmed from that sort of energy. Anyway, I am very thankful for their friendship.

I think I am more lonely than I want to admit. I know I am more stressed than I like to let on and I think this dream was a kind of release of that in some ways.