I've never had a dream about my dad. I think about him everyday but no dreams. I thought in the 12 years since his passing I'd have at least one dream or a vision or something.
Last night I had a dream about dad. I was scrambling up a hill, trying to get to this overlook/perch. I get there and when I look out i see everything. As I go to leave the path i took up is gone and it doesn't look like i will get down. Then I see him waving pointing a way down. I chase after him and follow him to an old holy site-- kind of Tibetan/Dune. He brings me to a spring that is pooling. Around the pool are stations to wash up and i feel a sense of cleansing like washing away something that I have had lingering forever. i eventually dive in fully clothed and emerge to follow my dad. I get to a home and leave my wet clothes behind.
Last night I had a dream about dad. I was scrambling up a hill, trying to get to this overlook/perch. I get there and when I look out i see everything. As I go to leave the path i took up is gone and it doesn't look like i will get down. Then I see him waving pointing a way down. I chase after him and follow him to an old holy site-- kind of Tibetan/Dune. He brings me to a spring that is pooling. Around the pool are stations to wash up and i feel a sense of cleansing like washing away something that I have had lingering forever. i eventually dive in fully clothed and emerge to follow my dad. I get to a home and leave my wet clothes behind.
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