Title: “I have the same memory”
Date: 11/3/2019 Daylight savings, cool crisp morning - frost ---Begin dream As I crest a sand dune, I glance towards the horizon. In the near distance, a boat, motorless, rests peacefully. With his back towards me, I feel the urgency to run to him. He is talking to a young woman, hair feathered and blondish in color. I quickly kick off my shoes and wade into the water. As I enter the water, the woman fades and I fear he will leave too. As I near the vessel he is aboard, something descends from the sky to block me - like a bucket. I never make it to the boat. Frustrated, I stop and listen. I hear his hearty voice claim, “I have the same memory.” ---End dream Notes: I woke up feeling super excited to share with Mom. In the midst of describing the dream, I became very emotional. Reflecting, was he sharing a memory with the person he was conversing with? Was I just a lucky witness, an observer to his life in heaven? Or was he talking to me? Who was the woman? Colleen? Mommom? A sister? His voice sounded the same and he looked like Poppop, although I only saw his back. My mind is open until next time …
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AuthorTraci, a wife, mother of two boys, Special Education teacher, and sole proprietor of Eco Alternatives LLC. Archives
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