I dreamed about my dad last night. It's maybe only the fourth time since he died four years ago that I've done that. It wasn't all prophetic or creepy or anything. They never are. They're just really normal dreams. Maybe that's why they're so comforting. Sometimes when I have a bad or weird dream about other random things (snakes!), I have a dream hangover that lasts all day.
But not today. It was the opposite. My whole day has been just a little warmer and fuzzier. Last night's dream (or I guess this morning's dream) was me going with my dad to the doctor for a minor procedure he had to have. And it was just like in real life where I bullied him into the car and all the way to the office (to cover for my worry) and he grumbled the whole time (but secretly loved me fussing over him). That was it. Nothing more than that. In the other dream with him that I remember, I was outside weeding a flowerbed and he walked out holding one of my kids. And that was all. We just talked. I was pregnant with the Grant at the time. I don't remember if my dad was holding a boy or a girl in the dream. I like to think it was Grant Baby.
I had a nice day. I like good dreams.
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Very tender. It must be hard somedays, though, to have lost your parents young. I see my sister-in-law, who lost hers before she was 40, feel her way through it.
I am glad your dad waltzed into your subconscious and gave you warm fuzzies. That's what dads are for.
It's so amazing how dreams can affect our entire emotional state.
I loved this post. Thank you so much for sharing. :)
It's pretty neat when our dreams can give us some peace. (Also, this is waaay nicer than my dream last night of all of my teeth falling out...)
Thanks for sharing Melanie, that was so sweet. Made me feel so warm and happy!
Sometimes I think they're from Heavenly Father. My dad's dad died way before I was born, but my mom says my dad had a really hard time. Mom had been praying for my dad that he could come to feel peace over his dad's death since a month later he was still really struggling. My dad had a dream about his dad one night. My grandpa was a sharecropper his whole life. In the dream, my granddaddy was sitting under a tree in a rocking chair in his overalls, chewing on a piece of straw. My dad asked him how he liked it where he was now. I love what my grandpa said. "I like it well enough, but there's too much singing that goes on." That was the entire dream.
My dad was okay after that. He just needed to see his dad one more time.
Hope this happy feeling stays with you for a long while.
I dream about my dad all the time. It's always the same; he's just sitting at his kitchen table, with the family just buzzing around, like maybe it's Sunday dinner time and everyone's working on the meal. Then one of us notices him there, and we're all glad to see him, but don't make a big deal about it in case he leaves.
I love moments like these. I once had a dream about my grandmother who passed away years ago. In life, we were never close--I never even really knew her--but in this dream, we shared this golden moment. I woke and thought to myself that it was a gift from her and I look forward to someday knowing her better.
I love Mom dreams, myself. And I've never had those "she's here to teach me something" dreams - just, like you, Mom appearing in my Today life, looking like she did twenty years ago, same hair, same clothes. It is comforting, and precious. A gift.
I love the term dream hangover.
And love the warmth of this post. What a sweet experience.
That's such a great dream.
It's funny that you bring this up today because I had a dream last night that I was hanging out at my mom's house and her husband (who barely talks to me) gave me a hug, out of the blue. Today, I feel a little less grumpy toward him.
Dreams really can affect our entire mood and attitude.
Last week I went to the Redlands Temple and there 2 deaf sisters there and 1 brother. Anyway, I also saw this couple I thought I knew from the Branch. The Brother looked so much like your dad, I thought it might be his brother. So, afterward I asked and they are friends with people from the Branch, but they live in Hesperia. While is was sad it wasn't a brother of his, I still felt the entire time like I was at the temple with him and that was a great feeling... so, I think he was there anyway!
I love this. I am really beginning to believe that our dreams are more than just dreams. So happy your dad visited you for a bit that night. :)
That was sweet. l lub it when that happens. You are a cutie patootie. I always dig the vibe over at write stuff.
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You have to know how much I love this post! I have those kinds of dreams too. They are just like the ones you mentioned...my mother suddenly appears in a very normal situation...like at a family dinner, or in the back seat of the car on the way home from a movie. Sometimes we talk, sometimes we don't. And then I wake up to a warmer, fuzzier day.
When I was pregnant with our daughter, my husband had a life-threatening illness and we were off the charts on the stress-o-meter in a constant state of crisis. And every day for six months I dreamed about my mom. Those dreams kept me going. Helped me make it from one day to the next. And then when the crisis passed, the dreams stopped. Now I only dream about her once in a blue moon.
I think those dreams are there to help us realize they're closer than we think, and very much aware of our day to day patterns and struggles.
I'm so glad you had that dream.
that is the kind of dream that would make me smile all day too........
it's like a little "dream hug"
This post was so sweet. I'm glad you had such a happy, comforting dream.
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