Last night I had a very vivid dream about my dad who died in 2006.
Since I’m off work for the week my sleeping habits are out the window. I usually dream more lucidly after going back to sleep and that’s what happened last night.
Suddenly I was talking to my dad, and then it struck me, he was supposed to be dead. I remember asking him about it, but he was elusive. Then I recall hugging him like I’ve never hugged anyone in my life. I told him how much I missed him, how much I loved him, and although I knew he was dead he was there, right in front of me as his usual self.
My younger brother then indicated that he needed my dad’s help with something outside. On the way I questioned my dad again regarding the fact that he was supposed to be dead. He pointed to a small shrub and asked me to retrieve a piece of paper that he put there, under the soil. I dug in with my hands and sure enough, there was a note from him, in his distinctive handwriting. I started to read the note and just choked up with emotions; I don’t really remember what it said, and at that moment I woke up.
I was emotionally drained. On one hand, I honestly felt like I just spent some time with dad, and that pleased me. On the other hand I realized it was all a dream and I’ll never spend time with dad ever again.
It was so real. He was with me. I hugged him and we talked. Wow. Typing this is tough.
Anyone else have any similar dreams?