Since my early 20s I have been very curious about dreams and human subconscious activity. For a time I kept a dream journal. It has been said that the more you write dreams down at waking the more able you are to remember your dreams. The more you remember them the higher the potential to lucid dream. Lucid as in you are aware that you are dreaming but you do not disturb your dream state by waking up. 

I have been referring to a website for dream interpretation since 2012. 

Dreammoods.com It is a very out of date interface riddled with ads and pop ups. I am patient and click away as much as I need to find the dream dictionary. It can be such a fun and thought provoking journey. I write about dreams right now because I recently had a very profound dream…but first, a little backstory. 

Amber Rae Evans was one of my best friends growing up. I knew her since I was about seven or eight years old. Her mom, Joyce, was very young and a single parent. We spent much of our childhood and early teen years together. About halfway through high school her mom married and the whole family moved to Florida, and then eventually Alaska. Her mom hated the heat and wanted to open her own belly dancing studio. Joyce was a very cool mom. Anyway, Amber and I reunited in 2014 for a quick visit. She was just as vibrant and beautiful as I remembered. It felt as if no time had passed. Little did anyone know that a year and half later she would die in a terrible car crash outside of Anchorage. She was 27. Devastated doesn’t even begin to describe how I felt. It has been 11 years since she left this world.

Since her death in 2015, she has made a few appearances in my dreams. It is always a comfort to see her big smile. I wake up missing her and sometimes will play a Spice Girls song in her memory. “Viva Forever” makes me think of her everytime, I will cry every time too. “Hasta mañana. Always be mine.” The most recent visit from Amber was just last week. She brought me a giant case of peaches. I somehow forgot about them after she left and found them later in the dream. It was such a simple event, but I woke up feeling like she was telling me something. I went to my trusty dream dictionary and looked up “peaches” and their significance. Turns out that peaches represent joy and pleasure. In the days and weeks leading up to this dream I had been feeling weighed down by negativity and the current state of the world. I interpreted this dream and message from my longtime friend as a reminder to return to joy and pleasure. I had forgotten those important aspects of being a human and existing in this world. What a beautiful and graceful way to return, peaches…