I got an email from my older sister awhile ago. Here’s what she wrote:
I rarely dream (or if I do, I don’t remember the dreams the next day). The ones I do remember afterwards are usually just jumbled stuff.
Last night, I had a short, very realistic, incredible dream about daddy. I don’t believe that I have ever dreamed about daddy before. I want to put the details down on paper so that I won’t forget them!
I have no idea where I was, but I was sitting on a sofa; I looked up and daddy was walking around the back of the sofa to come around to where I was. It was just incredibly real — he had on a white round neck undershirt with short white sleeves and plain pants, hair sort of messed up like he had just come inside — and smiling such a warm, understanding smile. He held out his arms and sat beside me; I put my head on his shoulder and sobbed my heart out. Then, he reluctantly said he had to go (but it was like he had done what he had come to do, but now had to leave). He patted my forehead with his wonderful hands that we all remember soothing our hurts, stood up and walked away.
Our father died almost twenty years ago - in December of 1986. I remember dreaming of him not long after his death. T
he dream was vivid and real. I still remember it clearly. My mother, whose father died when she was a child of 9, told me that when she was a child she would pray that she would dream of her father because she knew that was the only way she could see him again.
Reading about my sister’s dream brought tears to my eyes. It made me think about my own dream of our father. Dreams are puzzling things.Â
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October 21st, 2006 at 12:25 pm
about a year after my grandmother died, i had a very vivid, odd dream that she was rollerblading around my neighborhood. it felt like a priceless gift getting to see her again after such a long time. i remember being so happy the following day.
October 21st, 2006 at 12:39 pm
Now that’s my kind of post.
Thanks for sharing.
October 21st, 2006 at 3:01 pm
Must be a dad day. I just stopped at Billoblog and he was writing about selling his father’s house (died a year ago). Now you. I’m smiling as I remember Dad (died in 2002).
October 21st, 2006 at 4:02 pm
Great post, I dream of my dad whenever I need support or help with a problem. I miss him very much even now..sadly I can’t say the same of my mom. I don’t dream of her and I miss very little about her.
Thank you for sharing.
October 21st, 2006 at 10:17 pm
It’s comforting to read the comments and know that others feel the same way about dreams. There will never be anyone quite like our dads to us. Thanks Red, Norma, Mushy and Christine for stopping by and taking the time to comment. I appreciate it.
October 21st, 2006 at 10:39 pm
The dream state is a great place for those who’ve passed on to visit us. And, even if it’s not somebody you loved who is visiting in a dream when a dream gets oddly vivid you could be experiencing a lucid dream.
October 22nd, 2006 at 12:51 am
Thanks for posting that Carol. I hadn’t read it. What a wonderful dream. I have dreamed of Daddy several times, but they were strange and unsettling dreams.
I often think of what Mother’s mother said about Mother’s father visiting her after his death. That seems so reassuring.
October 22nd, 2006 at 7:05 pm
Carol, I was so moved by this post. I remember having a very strange dream about Ray not long after his death. I won’t go into it here but it was rather convoluted. But I distinctly remember awakening feeling comforted. I hope “big sis” felt the same.
I have such wonderful, fond memories of your daddy and felt loved by him too. I miss him.
October 29th, 2006 at 1:21 am
Cotillion Colloquy…
I was reading blogs and Cotillion emails last night, simultaneously, and thought it was a perfectly good time to blog a little about the Cotillion Colloquy. ThatÂ’s how I think of it, colloquy. I mean, there is A LOT of chatter over there….
December 10th, 2006 at 8:57 pm
Carol,
Your Mother’s dreaming to see her Dad reminds me of how much my Grandaddy P. used to talk so much of how he missed his Mother who died when he was only two. If you remember, he once said that you reminded him of his Mother. You know how much he meant to me so that makes his comment even more precious than ever.
Love,
RT
March 29th, 2007 at 5:17 pm
I have recently dremmt about my cousin who past away December 7, 2006 a day before his 12 birthday from cancer tumor in his brain. I dremnt that life is the same, i mean he takes smiles laughs all the same to me. He seems more happier in heaven because when he was alive he really didnt give a care what he was doing. I dremnt that we had a picnic together and we were just talking and stuff Yah know, like he was in life ..
My cousins name is John M. C. In Philedelphia New York
TMS: I guess someday we’ll all know for sure what it’s like on the other side. Who knows whether your dream reflected reality or what you want reality to be. Dreams can be comforting, though. I’m so sorry about your cousin. That’s such a young age for such a tragedy.