Dreams

     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.