Dreams and Nightmares

Lately I’ve been having some pretty vivid dreams. Dreams about work, dreams about my truck being broken into, and dreams about, you guessed it, my father.
Last night I dreamt about him but I can’t recall what the dream was about. I only know that I saw him and interacted with him in some way. Strangely though, my mind seemed to pull me out of that dream as if it was in disbelief that I was actually dreaming about him. It was quite a strange event.
But so what, people dream, that’s not really why I’m writing. Just about 20 minutes ago I was woken by a nightmare.
This was a very strange mixture of events. The mare took place at my Grandma’s old house on 40th Ave. It seemed as though the whole family was there but I wasn’t sure why because we were the age we are now and that house has been out of our lives for several years now. Anyhow, I was out in the backyard with several of my cousins, my mom and my aunts and uncles were in the house. The backyard was so detailed, the playhouse and the deck were still there, but were very worn and broke down. The pool they had years ago was gone and some of the cousins from down the street had built some sort of man cave on the side of the house. My husband was there too, he was in the back bedroom playing video games with some other cousins of mine. Doesn’t seem like such a bad dream right. Well it wasn’t until my mom shouted out to me that she was getting ready to go home. I went into the house to say good-bye to her and then I said…”when you get home can you have dad call me?” Shock is the best way to describe the look on everyones face. They were in disbelief that I could say such a thing. I became very confused, I didn’t understand why everyone was looking at me like that. I even said “what’s wrong, I just want to hear his voice.” And that’s when reality came to light and my face dropped and I said “but I can’t because he’s already gone.” I immediately fell to the ground with gut wrenching abdominal pain. The pain was so severe that it pulled me out of the dream. I woke up in a tight fetal position with tears in my eyes. That was it. Haven’t stopped crying yet, but thought I could late advantage of the quiet house and blog it out.

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