i keep having the most random dreams. and the weirdest part? every time my dad shows up in one, i know almost immediately it’s a dream, and do nothing to change it.
i have had oddly strange dreams my whole life, but since my dad died in may, they have moved to a whole new level. my dad isn’t the first person i know to have died, but he’s the only one who seems to take a bit part in my dreams frequently.
the first time he showed up, i dreamed it was a family gathering, and everyone was acting all normal. there my dad was, standing in the kitchen, talking to one of my aunts. no one seemed at all surprised about this, but i was gobsmacked. the only thing my internal monolog could say was “you know he’s dead, right? you know this is probably the last time he’ll be here” but no one knew that.
so for me, every time my dad pops up in the dream, i don’t try to change the dream in fear of him some how popping back out of it. but i do generally spend the rest of the dream hugging him, because that’s what i miss the most.
dad hugs.
you should get them while you can. they’re pretty awesome, and better in real life than in dreams.
