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What dreams may come...
Feb. 8th, 2004 03:14 pmSo I had a dream about my father 2 nights ago. As you all may or may not know he passed away last year on August 5th.
In my dream I was with some friends in this store or house.. I don't remember which... and a friend that I was with said he was capable of conjuring ghosts and spirits.
I was terrified. I told him not to do it. I told him I didn't want to see any ghosts or spirits.
Then they started coming up through the floor. There were at least a dozen spirits. They had this sort of green haunted mansion glow or aura about them. They looked very cartoony almost.
Then a spirit came towards me that I instantly recognized and I screamed out happily, " Daddy! "
He smiled and come towards me. He didn't talk. He just smiled and used hand gestures like a thumbs up or a warning hand on the hip and shaking finger to answer my questions.
I asked if he knew that I had gotten my new job. Thumbs up.
I asked how he was doing. Smile and thumbs up.
I asked if he was proud of me. Smile and thumbs up.
I wasn't wearing any shoes and I felt something grab my right big toe. ( That's my ingrown one that I haven't gotten taken care of in at least a year due to lack of health insurance. It needs surgery.) I was sitting on my butt with my legs stretched out in front of me and I looked at my foot and he was holding my toe shaking his head. I could FEEL him for god's sake.
I started apologizing. I told him I couldn't do it because I didn't have any insurance and that I would get it taken care of as soon as I could. He looked unhappy and worried. He shook his finger at me in a stern way.
Then he waved because it was time for the spirits to leave. I told him I'd talk to him again soon and he left, smiling.
I don't realize how much I really do miss him until things like this happen. I've never really believed in spiritual contact with the dead until I started having dreams of him talking to me. This is the second dream about him contacting me I've had. The first one was right after he died. He was telling me that he was ok and that I needed to be strong for him.
I haven't cried since shortly after he died with the exception of right now. Tears have been streaming down my face the entire time I've written this.
Sometimes I can be as hard as granite when it comes to emotions or life's many situations. But even I can get upset. There are things in this world that can be said or done that will make me weep and sob faster than anything or any physical pain.
In my dream I was with some friends in this store or house.. I don't remember which... and a friend that I was with said he was capable of conjuring ghosts and spirits.
I was terrified. I told him not to do it. I told him I didn't want to see any ghosts or spirits.
Then they started coming up through the floor. There were at least a dozen spirits. They had this sort of green haunted mansion glow or aura about them. They looked very cartoony almost.
Then a spirit came towards me that I instantly recognized and I screamed out happily, " Daddy! "
He smiled and come towards me. He didn't talk. He just smiled and used hand gestures like a thumbs up or a warning hand on the hip and shaking finger to answer my questions.
I asked if he knew that I had gotten my new job. Thumbs up.
I asked how he was doing. Smile and thumbs up.
I asked if he was proud of me. Smile and thumbs up.
I wasn't wearing any shoes and I felt something grab my right big toe. ( That's my ingrown one that I haven't gotten taken care of in at least a year due to lack of health insurance. It needs surgery.) I was sitting on my butt with my legs stretched out in front of me and I looked at my foot and he was holding my toe shaking his head. I could FEEL him for god's sake.
I started apologizing. I told him I couldn't do it because I didn't have any insurance and that I would get it taken care of as soon as I could. He looked unhappy and worried. He shook his finger at me in a stern way.
Then he waved because it was time for the spirits to leave. I told him I'd talk to him again soon and he left, smiling.
I don't realize how much I really do miss him until things like this happen. I've never really believed in spiritual contact with the dead until I started having dreams of him talking to me. This is the second dream about him contacting me I've had. The first one was right after he died. He was telling me that he was ok and that I needed to be strong for him.
I haven't cried since shortly after he died with the exception of right now. Tears have been streaming down my face the entire time I've written this.
Sometimes I can be as hard as granite when it comes to emotions or life's many situations. But even I can get upset. There are things in this world that can be said or done that will make me weep and sob faster than anything or any physical pain.
