Coffee with Gabriel

Date: 4/3/2016

Gabriel is here (before going to sleep I asked him to come, that I needed comfort and conversation), and I run into the kitchen, I guess because I needed to be awake. "Hold on, I need coffee" I tell him. He follows me. Tonight, he has chosen to be invisible. I know that it's him, because I know his presence. He is about 6'4" and though I cannot see him, I know what he looks like. Today I know he's in his robes, standing slightly to the right of me in the kitchen near the fruit bowl, facing the fridge. He waits patiently for me, though I get the feeling that he feels this is not necessary. That instead we should talk, not make coffee. Once I understand this, because he never talks, he just gives me feelings, I decide to abort the coffee idea. I hug him, and remember nothing more. I wake up hours later, and find the creamer is in the microwave, where I was standing in the dream. I must have been sleep walking.