There have only been two dreams I can recall as vividly as a movie I just saw on the big screen. The both evoked so much emotion I felt like I was reading0.0 a Shakespeare sonnet. I remember every detail. The best part is that they have me peace of mind.
The first came about three years after my dad passed away. In my dream I was walking down the stairs in our house. I was leaving for the day. I could hear my mom, grandma, and dad talking in the kitchen. As I entered the kitchen I saw my dad in a wheelchair. He was frail, just like he was right before he passed away. My grandma pushed his wheelchair over to me. My dad struggled to stand up to give me a hug, but as he put his arms around me he returned to his healthy self. The weight of worry was lifted off me. I knew he was okay now.
The second dream came the day after my friend Joy's funeral. When I found out she passed away I wished for just one more conversation with her. That is literally the first thing I thought of when I heard she passed away. So in this dream we were talking and laughing at dinner (she had a great laugh). There was nothing special about what we were talking about, but I was fully aware that this was our last conversation. I was provided comfort in that moment.
The message in these dreams was received loud and clear. The visions are etched in my mind I get to carry them in my heart until I see my dad and Joy again.
