I am one of those people who never remembers my dreams. My aunt and cousin are always talking about their vivid dreams, but I either don't have them or don't remember them. Very early this morning, I had one with my grandfather in it!
I opened the door to my house (which wasn't our house by the way) because a neighbor had rung the bell. She smiled and said she rang the bell because my grandfather couldn't. (Of course, he's a ghost; even in my dreams I am obscenely detail-oriented.) She went away and there was my Pop, about 30 years old, standing under a blooming tree, looking very dapper in a white dinner jacket and bow tie. It's odd because I never knew him that way - I've only seen pictures. Anyway, he told me he was doing good and he was happy. I was so thrilled to hear this and even when I woke up, I felt like it was real and had been a message from him. We talked a little more; I got the sense that he did not know where Gram was, or even where he was, but it was a relief to see him glowing and happy.
Tuesday, January 22
Dream sequence
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Jackie,
I was sorry to read about your grandfather's death. A dream that I had after my mom died stays with me to this day (16 yrs later). I saw her at this long table having tea (Irish style with lots of sweets and sandwiches) with her brothers & sisters that she hadn't seen in years, talking about her kids and grandkids, commenting on what they were doing. Now as more friends and relatives join them, I envision the table getting longer and my parents welcoming each newcomer warmly. It's comforting to see them watching out for us and sometimes even shaking their heads in bewilderment over what we get into down here.
Jack--what a powerful dream. My mother had a similar experience after her grandmother died. It's really neat that you saw him all dressed up dapper as a 30 year old, sounds like that's how he'd like to be remembered. Thanks for sharing!
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