A Nocturnal Visit

[rayvyn2k]

My brother Joe visited me last night in a dream. It was an unusual dream in that hubby was a waiter in a posh restaurant and we lived in a duplex with new neighbors. First I was with hubby at the job and said I hadn't been to the restaurant in ages and would he mind if I came in for dinner that night. He said no and I checked with the maitre d' and since it was Good Friday they didn't expect to be busy. So then I walked home (!!! I think this is because yesterday I did a looot of walking) with a friend of mine who is in my training class. We lived on seperate streets, so we split up and went our own way. I found myself in a neighborhood that looked a lot like Wilton Manors, Florida which is where I used to live. Only the Wilton Manors I lived in didn't have this humongous "college of lighting and special effects" in the neighborhood. Yeah, that was strange.

So anyway, I get "home" and the neighbors have about a dozen or so folding chairs on the shared porch. I remember thinking that the landlord is going to have a fit. Just as I'm about to open my front door, the neighbors open theirs and they are talking about how the landlord has already spoken to them about the chairs. (I'm not sure but this bit might have something to do with where we live now. We have new neighbors who have small children and their bikes and toys are scattered all over the shared breezeway and under the stairs.) They mention that she'll just have to get over it until after their dinner party and then they turn to me and say something like "or we'll just have to smite them with our mighty sword of +10 power" or something like that. I laugh and join in the banter by offering my "Level 15 Royal Elf" to assist. They laugh and invite me in and when I go, there is brother Joe sitting at their table eating pie and ice cream. I sit down next to him and we chat. He says something about how good the pie is and says he's doing fine. I tell him I miss him and wish I could see him more often. He just grins his goofy grin and goes back to eating his pie.

Then I woke up.

I think he came to visit because he knows he's been on my mind lately since his birthday is coming soon. What do you all think?

I hope he knows how very much he is missed.

Comments

[afighter808.livejournal.com]

Wow... that was weird.

[raasalhayya.livejournal.com]

I think you are exactly right.

[islandsmoke.livejournal.com]

Don't know about the rest of it, but I'm sure you were dreaming about your brother because he's been so much on your mind.

[(Anonymous)]

I agree that with any holiday (Easter) or family birthday (Jeff's, Joe's right around the corner), my thoughts are more focused on the fact that Joe is not here. However, there is not a day that goes by that I do not think of him. I too have had Joe visit me in my dreams. I am happy that at least there I still see him but they are some of the hardest days I have had because it makes me so sad when I wake up and realize it was just a dream. The last one was there was a knock on my front door and I opened it to find Joe standing there and he came in as if nothing was wrong and I kept saying it had been fifteen years since he had been gone and we thought he had died and he said "no he just needed to go away for awhile" then I woke up??? In another dream, I was driving and I parked my car next to a car like Dad's old Delta 88 (the car Joe had) and Joe was in the driver's side and I was so happy to see him that I went up to him and started talking to him asking him how he was, where he had been, but he wouldn't answer me, he just kept smiling, though he didn't speak. Then I woke up. I always try to figure out what the dream means or why it happens. Is Joe trying to contact me to say he is okay and happy, or is it just my wishful thinking that he is okay and happy??? I don't know but it is very hard indeed. I just wish he were here.

Luv,

Beth

[rayvyn2k.livejournal.com]

I like to think he's visiting us because he misses us but he wants us to know that he's okay. That's the way I look at the dreams I have of him.
The days after I dream of him, I usually am a bit more content, even if I am a bit more sad. Just because he's on my mind more often.
And I also think of him every day.
Can't wait to see you...less than a month away now.