Do you ever have a dream and when you wake up you either wish it was real or glad it was not?
I have those too.
It has been 2 years, 3 months and 13 days since my father passed.
In the beginning I dreamed about him a lot, I would dream and he would be in them, I had dreams that he knew he was going to die, I had dreams that he was hugging me, I had dreams that he was just in, like my life used to be.
Those dreams stopped for a long time.
They are back again, I have been dreaming about him a lot, almost every other night. I dream that he his hugging me, I dream that he is just there, I dream that I am calling him, I dream that I am talking to him.
I wake up and I am not sure how I feel about these dreams.
I think I love them because it is "time" with him. Time I will never again get in "real" life. It is time I get to feel his presence, it is hugs that I get to feel in my dreams that I will never again feel for real.
Then sometimes I think I hate them because I have to wake up to reality.
Working My Way Back
7 months ago