So I am WAY behind on these dreams of mine so I'll just give you a glimpse of a few that still stick with me:
I had a horrible nightmare about the wedding. I was dressed like a bum, the guests were not folks I invited and the venue was all sorts of crazy. The weird thing was that before Dad and I got to walk down the isle, Grandmother ran past me, grabbed my hand and pulled me to the altar. The altar was where Daniel's funeral was...so it felt bad. My Dad looked sad because he didn't get to walk me down the isle, we didn't have that moment, and then as I was gazing into Grandmother's eyes (past Weston's) she disappeared and I could tell this in her eyes...it was like when she was at Hospice...it was terrible. She had a stroke right in front of us at the altar...it was the saddest dream I've had in a while...I threw a fit and fell to my knees with tears flowing like a stream...it was terrible. The reception that followed was just me wandering around, not wanting to talk to any of my guests, and my MOH telling me how I was never doing the right thing...it was awful. I won't go into more detail.
On a separate night I had one of the best wedding dreams I could have...Daniel was there. We were in the woods and the stream was the altar but there were snakes all around. I was used to the snakes because they're in alot of my dreams, though everyone else was bothered by it so Daniel appeared, he lifted the large snake very gracefully and carefully...then he set it aside to crawl away. Then he smiled at me, and I hugged him so hard...it was so real, I felt his real body...his square, broad shoulders and his height and size were all just right, so exact...then he said, "I told you I'd be at your wedding..." I am crying right now just thinking of this dream...it meant (and still means) so much to me. I know it was the real Daniel telling me not to worry and that it will all be okay...and that he'll be there...I just know it. I'm so glad this dream happened...it's the best one I've had...ever. Now I know he'll be there.
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