February 18, 2013

I had a nice dream last night:

I was in a room when I heard Dad clear his throat on the other side of a door. I opened it and there he was! I said, “Dad! You're back!”

We hugged each other nice and tight for a couple moments. The dream got a little confusing then and the next thing I new Dad was gone. But he left me a little sugar packet with his name and dates on it- something we had given out out his memorial service, in the dream. I was telling friends about it and when I went to show them the sugar packet he left me, I couldn't find it. I went looking everywhere. I thought maybe the whole thing hadn't really happened, if I didn't have the packet he left me. Finally I found it in a pocket. I was sooo relieved. It was proof that it really happened! Even though we had tons of them at the service, I knew this one came from Dad.

This dream came on the heels of having had a dream that I thought might have been from Dad, about where my keys were, two of them actually. My keys, including the K-knife I got from his key chain, were really found in my purse- no relation whatsoever to the dreams that they had gone out with the trash. Even though I wasn't 100 % that the dreams came from Dad, I felt it was possible. But, after finding them in a completely different place I felt if the key dreams weren't real, probably the dream and vision I'd had of him before weren't real. Shook my faith some more. Pretty sure this latest dream was a message either from Dad or myself not to discount my dreams, even when it seems they couldn't be real.