In the last two months, I have dreamed about dad twice. I guess this is part of the grieving process. I know we can't make ourselves dream. We have no control over our subconscious, although I believe we dream every night.
In my first dream, I turned around and saw my Dad walking by me. He looked like he did when he was in his fifty’s. He had a determined look on his face as if he was trying to get somewhere. He didn’t look at me. In my dream, I remember crying out “Dad, you are alive!” and I began to cry in my sleep. First, I had tears of joy that quickly turned to tears of sorrow as I realized he did not stop or look at me. I awoke sobbing. Was this a dream of acknowledgement that he was gone? Does this dream signal the end of my grieving?
In my second dream, I remember standing on the balcony at mom and dads house. I turned around to see Dad coming out of his bedroom with a big smile on his face; He looked older. We hugged and I told him I loved him and he said he loved me too. There were no tears in this dream only joy, and I didn’t awake crying like my first dream.
Are dreams made of heaven? Are they a brief view of the eternal life? I don’t know for sure. I do know that I miss him dearly and I look forward to a time and place in hope that I will see him again.
