I don't normally dream anymore, or at least I don't remember them upon waking. I think it is because of all the medications I am on. But 2 nights after my husband passed, I did dream very vividly of him coming up to me as I stood in our kitchen. He put his arms around me and told me everything would be all right. It was the most comforting feeling and I truly felt touched by his presence. I remembered more than the image, I remembered feeling his arms around me and the hint of stubble on his face as he rubbed his cheek on mine. It was so real to me. I have not dreamed again (that I have remembered anyway) in the 2 1/2 years since we lost him. I wish I would. I go to sleep thinking of him and hope for a return of that dream. It has not happened again. Treasure the dreams of your dad. I don't know if it is a particular message but I would just be thankful for the chance to see him even in a dream. |