I had to think about this one before I wrote about it. I had a dream about my mom Wednesday night. It’s been decades since I’ve had a dream about her. After she died I had a few but they were always unpleasant. Truthfully, they were so disturbing that I was thankful when I stopped having them. Deep down it did bothered me that I didn’t have any nice dreams about her. But after decades of not having any I just accepted it. Wednesday night’s dream was quite surprising. It was so foreign to me but I found it comforting. I cried in my dream, but not out of grief or fear. It was of utter relief. This dream was not like the others. Thank god. It was pleasant and short. And despite us not exchanging any words it was incredibly meaningful to me. It was really good to see her again.
Well, I hope you all have a day where you have a nice little visit!!!