Dreams can be a very powerful thing. Usually I don’t really remember my dreams the next morning or they are just so weird that I just want to forget all about them. Or that feeling of déjà vu that comes over you out of nowhere. It’s a little unnerving to tell you the truth. But I believe dreams are telling you something and you need to listen. Especially the ones that you remember with vivid detail. The ones where you wake up in cold sweat or heart racing because you could feel, taste, touch, believe those sequences of events are real.
Last night though I had a dream about my father. He passed away six months ago, well, seven by the time you read this. But last night I dreamed of him. This is the second time it's happened since his passing. After each dream I know that I need to go visit his grave. I have only gone three times. The first was when we buried him, the second on Father’s Day, and the third today. It’s not that I don’t want to go. I do. I had planned on going every week but I just couldn’t do it. So my dad reminds me from the beyond to go visit him. Yet even though I don’t visit him as much as I would like, I do think about him. I am thankful for all he has given us.
On a much lighter note, I have also dreamed about winning the lottery. Now why can’t that dream come true? Or tell me what are the numbers for the next drawing? I mean I would seriously put all those millions to great use. You know pay off bills, quit my job so that I can concentrate more on writing. That sort of thing.
What do your dreams tell you?