Visions

Dreams mystify me; amaze me.

I think it's amazing how our subconscious can send messages to us through our dreams.

I awoke this morning in tears...I thought what I had just dreamt was real. It took several minutes to realize what "reality" I was actually in, but for a moment I was in a totally different reality. My dad had died. The moment just before I opened my eyes, I was at his funeral. When I woke up, tears streamed from my eyes as if I was reliving his funeral, not dreaming it.

There was talk at the funeral of how much he'd be missed and how wonderful he was and it felt like an outer body experience. Everybody at the service was sitting in the rows ahead of me molded together and I was in the last row by myself, but I wasn't there. I was watching. In front me me was my uncle Lou, Nana, and Aunt Margaret: all connected, arm in arm..Nana and Aunt Margaret are dead. The priest doing the service is Catholic and dead.

Where was Annette? I couldn't find her anywhere.

What a way to start the morning.