It was, as I have said, a fine autumnal day; the sky was clear and serene, and nature wore that rich and golden livery which we always associate with the idea of abundance. The forests had put on their sober brown and yellow, while some trees of the tenderer kind had been nipped by the frosts into brilliant dyes of orange, purple, and scarlet.... As Ichabod jogged slowly on his way, his eye... ranged with delight over the treasures of jolly autumn. ~Washington Irving, "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow"

Sunday, November 9, 2008

A Dream

I had a dream about my father early this morning. ...,

It's been almost a year and a half since he died. I never had a dream about him after he passed. It seemed as though he just disappeared from the earth and my sight. The only place that I found him was in my heart and in all the memories, good and bad, that lingered in his place. And then, this morning I had this dream....

He was waiting for us in some kind of park. There were other people walking around. It was a fair or outdoor show. I saw him over near the wall of a building behind a planter that had beautiful flowers blooming in it. He seems to be waiting. He was just standing there, smiling just a little. I walked over and asked him if he was all right. He said "Yes" and we hugged each other. I could feel his bones through his skin as I held him. I felt short, as if I were a young girl. I was hugging him around his waist instead of his shoulders. He hugged me back but he seemed frail and weak. He asked me where everyone was and I said "I'm not sure." We looked around but couldn't see anyone we knew. So we just waited there together and I held on to his hand.


That was all. I woke up. When I went into the kitchen I still felt like I wasn't quite awake; that I was still somewhere else. My husband came in and looked at me. "Mornin', you look like you need a cup of coffee." I told him that I had a dream about Dad. He came over, gave me a hug and said "Are you all right?". I held on to him and cried for a few minutes then grabbed a kleenex, poured myself a cup of coffee and sat down on the couch.
I sat there for quite a while, sipping coffee and thinking about the dream. I think it was a good dream and that Dad is Ok. I just don't know why this dream came now...., or why we dream..., or what the dream meant. Maybe nothing. Maybe everything.

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7 comments:

Madeline's Album said...

It sounds to me like he was letting you know he was ok. We can not comprehend things that happen, but one day it will be revealed. I am still praying for your mom, hope she is doing ok. Have a good day

Jo said...

Your Mom has been on my mind as well. Dreams can carry a powerful impact on us. So many times I have dreamed and hours after waling think of those dreams and they seem so very real. If there was a messag within the dream, it will be revealed to you in time. Just be patient and wait is all you can do.

Laura ~Peach~ said...

i have never understood dreams ... sometimes I have some very vivid dreams other times just weird bizzare dreams... Sounds like one of those very comforting dreams however...

Maybe its the grits... or duct tape... noooooo i dont think so LOL.
HUGE HUGSSSSSSS
Laura

Terry Busse said...

Dreams can be amazing
Sounds like you had a real visit with your father. I think him standing near the flowers shows he is doing well. Maybe he really is waiting for someone. I like that you two where content to wait together - holding hands. It seems really peaceful.

I think there is so much out there that we don't know. That in part is what keeps life so magical
Thinking of you
Terry

Farmgirl_dk: said...

Wow, what a powerful dream...
It made me feel good to read how your husband comforts you. :-)

~Red Tin Heart~ said...

I dream about my husband all the time. And sometimes wake up crying. It is so hard without him.
I feel your pain dear heart..
xoxo Nita

castlewon said...

Oh our magical nightly journeys! I remember two dreams like this: In one, my grandmother came to me to give me some advice. Another time, my father (whom I never knew--he got killed in World War 2) came by the house to see me and my kids. These are the special dreams you never will forget.