Do you dream? Some people don’t you know. Some people dream but don’t usually remember what they dreamed. For me, I have always been a big dreamer and I can usually remember my dreams. Sometimes they are so real. Sometimes they are bad dreams and someone is after me and I yell. Keith has to wake me from these dreams. Oddly enough, I used to never have these bad dreams where someone is after me. My mother always had those types of dreams and I can remember my dad having to wake her. It wasn’t until way into adulthood that I too had bad dreams about something being after me. Are bad dreams hereditary? Thanks Mom.

Do you ever wake up in the morning and remember a very vivid dream? Do you ever have the kind of dreams where you are crying and can’t stop? This morning I woke up realizing that I had had one of those dreams. I have three kinds of these dreams every so often. One is about my dad, one is about my mom and one is about the loss of a dog. This morning’s dream was about my dad.

Last week on August 5^th marked the one year anniversary of his passing. For the past couple of weeks I have been telling myself, the one year anniversary is just 10 days away, 8 days, 5 days, 3 days. It’s today.     It doesn’t seem like it’s been a year already. I’m still trying to close out their estate and I now have his house on the market, so I still have that constant reminder that he’s gone. So with him on my mind so much, I guess it’s not odd for me to dream about him.

This dream was different. I have had many dreams about him over the past year but none like this one. Most of them are just memories or events of times when I was a kid or when my kids were little. Just everyday stuff and he’s there. Comforting and normal. I wake from those and think, well ok.

In this dream my dad was very young. He appeared to be 21 or 22, about the age when he married my mom.   I was standing and watching him, but it was like I was watching a hologram. It was him, but he wasn’t there, but I could see him. He had bright eyes with a little twinkle, was smiling and laughing and appeared to be very happy. In the dream, I am standing there watching this and I am crying uncontrollably as I watch. As I look took my right, there stands my daughter and my son, who are also crying. As we look at one another, we all smile because my dad looks so happy and young and full of life and even though we are very sad, we acknowledge that he is ok.

So here’s where I need a dream interpreter. I think dreams can be many things. I think you can have something on your mind and your mind works its magic and presto, you dream about it. Maybe my mind needs to be ok with his passing. Maybe this was the way for my mind to do it. But what if….. What if it was more than just a dream? I have always thought to myself, if I were to die while I was relatively young and leave my children behind, I would do whatever I had to do in the afterlife to let them know I was ok and I want them to be ok. Now obviously I don’t know if this is possible or not, but in my very soul I would try to reach them somehow. Could this be my dad’s way of letting me know he is ok? Is he showing me that he is young again and full of life in heaven? Is he giving me the opportunity to cry it out and move on? Is he acknowledging to me that he knows how much I miss him?

So as I think about my experience this morning, I am choosing to think that this morning, my daddy did whatever he could do in the afterlife to reach me and tell me his is ok and he wants me, my daughter and my son to be ok too. Today I am opening my mind, heart and soul to the possibility.