THE DREAM ~ I dreamt of you last night …comforting me …listening to me …paying attention to me. Caring about what I had to say. Offering me words of kindness and wisdom. I dreamt of you being all I needed you to be …when you were alive. ~ My Father passed away September 25, 2010... I had a strange dream last night. It was a sort of role reversal between my mom and my dad. Instead of my dad dying, it was my mom. And instead of my mom giving me advice and words of comfort, it was my dad. Maybe it was because at the end of our phone call last night, my mom hung-up on me. I am half-way wondering if my dead father visited me in my dream last night. By all of my standards, this could be totally viable. I awoke, by the dog, at the end of the dream at 3:18am. 3 am, I have always heard, is the peak hour for spirit activity… and apparently for dogs to go pee. 3 is the prime number for me and my dad....
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