I had a dream about Omi several nights ago. In my dream I was at her funeral and had walked up to say goodbye before the casket was closed. As I was looking at her, her eyes fluttered open. Remember, this is a dream and anything goes. This was not some weird bizarre scenario she just opened her eyes and looked at me. She said, "I love you." Now, not to get too prophetic she also told me not to forget to put her earrings on her (clip on's I'm sure) but all the same, it was nice to here from you, Omi. I love you too. Talk to you soon. (p.s. and don't worry about the earrings--I've got you covered.)
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
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Oh, that is really sweet. Nice to have those little connections in your dreams. I had very vivid dreams of my mom the first couple months after she died. One of my favorites was one where we went shopping together. I remember realizing in my dream that my mom should be dead, and being so grateful for one last trip to the mall with her.
OK Joseph(ine)! Way to go. Love those dreams and am so glad you record them...write about the...appreciate them. The more you do, the more they will come.
I'm cheating...ought to call but won't. People keep sending you emails and they bounce back. Do you have a new or different email? We are told your quota is full.
I had a dream like that once about my grandpa who died when I was nine. I still remember the feelings and I am sure they are inspired. The veil has to get thin at times, right?
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