The Most Wonderful Dream
I had the most wonderful dream last night. I was with my biological first cousin, Tracy. It's the first dream I remember having of her since she left us and this earth six months ago. They call dreams like these, visitation dreams. I had been waiting and hoping for one with her for months now.
My most wonderful dream started with Tracy getting in touch with me and asking if I could meet her in London, where she told me she was now living. Mike and I flew right away to meet her. My dreams are usually vivid and colorful, full of detail, and this dream was no exception. Heathrow airport was crowded as usual, yet I was alone (or felt alone) when I met Tracy, somehow forging ahead of my husband because I was so excited to see her again that I forgot about Mike and picking up my luggage altogether! Even in my dreams, Mike was there for me--we met up with him later at the hotel we were staying at and he had our luggage. Thanks Hon. :-)
I woke up abruptly from my dream at 3:30am. Half asleep, I knew Tracy had come to me deep in my subconscious mind. I felt like I'd been in a very deep sleep and it seemed as if I had really been in her presence. I didn't want to go right back to sleep because I felt that if I did, I'd probably forget about this wonderful dream and I didn't want to let go of this joyful feeling of being with her again. So, I laid in bed, in the darkness and silence of our room, while Mike and the pups slept, retracing the dream steps more than a few times before falling back to sleep, like in a meditative state, confident I wouldn't forget my dream because my feelings were too real to forget.
Tracy looked great, as she usually did, and she was buoyantly happy. We were both overcome and overjoyed seeing each other again. We hugged a lot. It felt so good to be with her and especially to know she was happy. We laughed a lot too--Tracy had the best laugh. We got caught up on each other's lives and I found out how she liked living in London, (she said she loved it). Then, we began checking out all the people in the room we were in, which was crowded, wondering who they all were.
Somehow, jewelry appeared before us on these dark blue, velvet trays. We were both bent over, ooohing and ahhhing over the beautiful, artful jewelry made with pearls, gemstones and crystals. The jewelry disappeared just as it had appeared, like in a Harry Potter scene; magically. After looking at the jewelry, we were trying to figure out something to eat from a menu when Mike showed up from the airport with our luggage. We all had a good laugh that I had forgotten about Mike and our luggage in my excitement to see Tracy. We sat there, the three of us, in front of this beautiful, floor to ceiling window that overlooked a busy street in London. No sooner had we sat down to relax together and eat a meal, Tracy announced she had to leave and poof, just like that, she was gone. This was when I woke up. I'm sure my dream was only a few minutes long if that, but it seemed like I had spent an entire afternoon with her.
I loved seeing Tracy again. I miss her everyday. For me, it doesn't happen often, but it's always comforting to see someone I love and miss in my dreams.
When I was twenty-one, my grandmother died. She and my grandpa were living with us and we had been taking care of her. I loved my grandmother. She'd been very sick with emphysema and cancer. I remember praying to God to please take her so she'd be out of her pain. The next day she died, with my grandpa holding her small, frail hands. It was a devastating loss and hard to watch her lose so much weight and become so thin and weak.
Six months after she passed away, I had a vivid dream of her, a visitation dream. I can still recall it like it happened last night.
As I walked into this bright room, I saw my grandmother lying on a bed, facing away from me, so I only saw the back of her. She looked thin and ill, covered by a white blanket. I was afraid to see her again. Then, all of a sudden she removed the blanket and as she turned over to face me, I saw that she wasn't thin anymore, that she was smiling, looking like her old self, looking happy and healthy. I wasn't afraid anymore and was so relieved and happy to see her looking so good. I remember her blue eyes were bright, and looking directly at me, she said, "Thank you, Diane."
I woke up or left my dream. That was it. It was so simple and yet, so meaningful. That dream has instilled me with wonder and mystery over the years. I woke up from that dream feeling at peace about my grandmother, which also gave me peace when I lost other family members in the years to come. I could say this about Tracy too. I'm not sure it's a visitation dream from her, but it could be. I certainly felt good seeing her so happy. That's the peace and the joy my dream gave me about her. And I'm glad she likes living in London...:-)
Have you ever had a visitation dream about someone you loved who has passed on? How did you feel? What did your dream do for you about your missed, loved friend or family member?