"People from a planet without flowers
would think we must be mad with joy the whole time
to have such things about us."
~Iris Murdoch, A Fairly Honourable Defeat

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.