Papa visits my dreams
I dreamt my father was still alive.
In the dream, the mood was he had been alive this whole time and was just so sick he was confined to private care quarters these last 15 years. The entire Sarreal family was present in my dream, believing and behaving that he had passed away. Suddenly, he is able to see us again. The dream did not answer why we we were told he was dead, My father is walking around a mall with my oldest brother, Marc. Everyone was aware he was "back." Something about how I didn't greet him properly so I chased after them in the mall to properly hug and kiss him. My heart beat so fast. I had been wanting to confront my father for years to validate how much he loved me and what I meant to him. I planted myself before him. He looked at me with this adoration that I had grown up to look just like my mom. He hugged and kissed me back (my father was not an emotionally available man so this was big), told me how much he missed me and was proud of me. I said "Papa" for the first time in 16 years. I was crying very hard in my dream but I woke up with dry eyes. I wonder if God took this time to let him speak to me.
What woke me up was a call from work.
And I'm lying in bed, remembering I'm in new york, alone.
It was just a dream.
Posted via LjBeetle
In the dream, the mood was he had been alive this whole time and was just so sick he was confined to private care quarters these last 15 years. The entire Sarreal family was present in my dream, believing and behaving that he had passed away. Suddenly, he is able to see us again. The dream did not answer why we we were told he was dead, My father is walking around a mall with my oldest brother, Marc. Everyone was aware he was "back." Something about how I didn't greet him properly so I chased after them in the mall to properly hug and kiss him. My heart beat so fast. I had been wanting to confront my father for years to validate how much he loved me and what I meant to him. I planted myself before him. He looked at me with this adoration that I had grown up to look just like my mom. He hugged and kissed me back (my father was not an emotionally available man so this was big), told me how much he missed me and was proud of me. I said "Papa" for the first time in 16 years. I was crying very hard in my dream but I woke up with dry eyes. I wonder if God took this time to let him speak to me.
What woke me up was a call from work.
And I'm lying in bed, remembering I'm in new york, alone.
It was just a dream.
Posted via LjBeetle