Dreaming and seeing those we love, those that are living and those that have died, are my favorite.
I have good, movie-like dreams, in color, conversations and they are just so real.
Waking up from such a dream is bittersweet. Let me continue with it is often my thought but most times my thoughts will dwell on the dream that day, oftentimes writing them down or sharing.
A glimpse of the passing one brings joy to see them healthy and happy.
Just the other night, I had one of my oldest brother, we are eighteen years apart, who had passed in 2010. It was just us talking and laughing together. A joyous time I never had before with him.
Reason being, his wife was the talker and never gave him much of an opportunity to talk. There is definitely more to this story, but I’ll enjoy the good.
I managed to see him in a different light, as they say. Remembering the dream throughout the day and still, it brings joy. I never had that opportunity or much of a brother-sister relationship before with him.
Even this morning, waking up and remembering my fun dreams of this or that, the conversations, laughter, or moments involved, I would have loved to continue on sleeping and dreaming.
Wake up! Remember. Giggle or smile, as the thoughts come to mind of the silly twists and turns is what I normally do.
Dreams are funny in how our subconscious mind takes us to and fro with others and places, past and present.
Do you dream? Do you remember them? Are they happy dreams?
Just Pondering... 