Also without a thought or undertone of romantic intent, John embraced Jean as she turned into him for solace. Both of their respective footing was off when it came to dealing with these dreams in the waking hours of the actual lives.
"You know, dream and what they are... even what they mean, vary from culture to culture." His hand stroked gently down her back in a comforting gesture as his chin came to rest on the top of her head. "There are those who think dreams show us who we really are, or what we are afraid of becoming. Some cultures see dreams as warnings, some as reminders." He exhaled in a soft sigh. "I spent time with a monk once in Nepal who told me that he believed dreams were memories of another life—a former self calling across time and space to remind you of important lessons you were supposed to carry on into your new life. Reincarnation and all that."
"And then there are times where dreams are just the result of a poor nutritional choice too close to bedtime." Another crack of a smile tugged at his lips then.