Remembered dream visit

My husband is eighty-two years old and his dream visits with his deceased loved ones are becoming more common now.

This last time, he had a visit from his mother. He said they talked and laughed uncontrollably. He mused, “I can’t remember the last time Ma and I had a good talk. It’s been years!” Simply put, they had a marvelous visit.

His dream visit that he enjoyed more than any other, is one that should be recorded (in a dream journal) so that he will more likely hang on to it and revel in it again in the future.

May I remind all my readers — journal all your dreams. If you wake and remember a dream visit in the middle of the night, grab your dream journal and pen from your nightstand and record it. You won’t be sorry you did!

Dream-visits and peace

I just finished thumbing through my dream journal. I reviewed my dreams and dream-visits of the past six years. I am struck that I haven’t recorded many dreams that were not dream-visits from loved ones who have passed-on.

It seems that I have visited more with my mother and father than anyone else. My Aunty Cal and my friend Naji, probably come in right behind them.

Perhaps those we love the most, remain the closest in connection with us, after they pass. I only came to this realization in reviewing the entries for the past six years.

Having said that, I must mention that I also visited with acquaintances too. And we were obviously comfortable visiting with each other and indeed, happy to be together again.

It reminds me of finding old school mates or folks that were around when we grew up. We may never have been involved closely or had much in common. But rediscovering each other later in life is like finding a long-lost family member. It is a joy.

Reviewing those dream-visits with my loved ones who have passed-on, has given me a lovely sense of peace. I wish this peace for all of my readers, too.

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