Thursday, June 09, 2005

I had quite a dream last night

well actually it was this morning but still, quite a dream.

I'm not sure where I was at exactly in this dream, but I was sitting at a table with Gina, an internet friend of mine, and across the table from us were my Uncle Ken (who died in 1990) and I've already forgotten who the fourth person was. Uncle Ken and the other person came walking up to us from somewhere and when they sat down at the table I introduced them to Gina. What's interesting is in this dream, I knew Uncle Ken was dead, but somehow he was corporeal and talking, having come back from beyond I guess, for a little while. Gina of course did not know he was dead, but she looks at him and says she senses something in him an motions towards his abdomen. He and I just look at each other, and then Gina says she sees a darkness in his eyes but doesn't know why it is there. Uncle Ken gets up and walks away briefly, tearing up almost. Gina then looks to me and says "He's dead, isn't he?" I started crying and said yes he died 15 years ago of cancer. And I tell her that the worst of the cancer was in his kidneys.

After a minute he came back to the table and walked over to stand beside me. I was still sitting down and just reached over and put my arms around his waist and started crying a lot. I really wasn't saying too much, and part of what I had been saying to him I have forgotten already. But I remember saying that I miss him very much and that I think about him all the time. I kept telling him I loved him and that I wished he were still here. He just held on to me and kept saying he knows I do. Then I woke up, and had a hard time going back to sleep after that.

I get the feeling there was supposed to be more to this dream and why Uncle Ken came back to see me, and why he was in my dream at all, since it's probably been many years since he was last in a dream of mine. But since I woke up too soon and had difficulty going back to sleep, I guess I'll never know what it was supposed to be.


At 9:48 AM, Blogger Penelope Marzec said...

I had a similar dream years ago after my brother died. Maybe it's just another way of saying goodbye--but I know it was nice in my dream to see my brother.

At 9:41 PM, Blogger Kelley said...

It amazes me too that I knew I missed him a lot, but I didn't really realize just how much I missed him until I woke up from that dream and wished he were here. I really think it was his way of letting me know he is aware of what is going on in my life and that he understands I've had a rough six months or so and he wanted to let me know that he's still here for me, in spirit. I think he was trying to comfort me.


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