I am wired for dreaming. Been that way for as long as I can remember.
I guess its no surprise then that I would grieve via the dream path. Such was the case a couple of nights ago when I had a vivid dream of my father. I need to write about this, so bear with me.
In the dream I found myself arriving at a hospital and moving quickly to an area that was obviously ICU. Before I got to the actual patient area I saw a family weeping. In my mind I thought: I understand.
When I reached what I knew was the final destination, there lying motionless and peaceful was a man I did not know. A loved one standing next to me was weeping. In my mind I thought: I understand.
Not much longer I turned and saw my father. He looked like the first man. He was lying motionless and peaceful. In my mind I thought: I understand, he's gone.
To my shock, my father woke up and began to make haste to leave. The nurses settled him and ask him to sit calmly on an empty bed. With eagerness he did so…as I looked on somewhat confused. I approached him to embrace, but as my arms wrapped around him he disappeared and I awoke from the dream.
And painfully in my mind I thought: I understand.
Look closely in the clouds. Really. Look hard. Just maybe, maybe a guardian angel overlooking the valley my friend.
I to had a dream after my fathers death. He was young again mid to late 20’s I would say. He was smiling at me and I kept saying “your back, your back” and he just smiled as if to say “I am o.k. don’t worry about me”