Dreams of Eric Bayer.

Last night Eric came to my dreams, a friend who passed away 6 months ago to this day. I'm not sure what it all means. I woke up feeling uneasy, feeling like we aren't creating or I'm not creating what I'm here for. A sense of anticipation. Buddy the cat was chasing a small mouse in the bottom area of a an unknown house. I felt bad for the mouse and was realizing why life had to be a dog-eat-dog world, or a cat-eat-mouse world. Eric wasn't feeling good and put his head on my shoulder in the dream. I tried to care and support. His mother was close by and was also doing her best. The last part of my dream was that Eric was crying and closed the door to where he was. I miss him and pray for his spirit to be as it is suppose to be. Free from earthly desires, contraints and bondage of human capacities, and free as a spirit is to travel, sit still, and be where he is needed most. Kind hearted, adamently strict on staying true to your omniscient self. I relinquish myself to be at one, at peace.