subconsciousness
I just woke up, so my words may be a little sloppy. But I clearly remember what it was that I dreamt last night. There was a lot of emotional energy in the dream. Already it's slipping away as the seconds of being in full consciousness pass.
There were people who kept coming into the neighborhood and knocking on my door. One was Linda, the woman across the street. Others included a dirty scraggely man who resembled Dude Lebowski who came in search of begging money, another was a feeble old lady looking for anyone to do her grocery shopping for her. I was then put out on a number of quests and competitve races that involved arduous mind tasks.
I saw John. It was so real and true it was as if he'd never died at all. In the dream, he;d only been missing somehow but not dead. A sort of Wrinkle In Time deal..the particles of matter that made up his being had been transported into another dimension of space and time and no one knew how to find him, much less being him back. but then I saw him. I was walking downhill, parallel to a fence, and I could view him through a missing board in this said fence. He saw me, and materialized on the other side of it, next to me. It was incredible; he'd somehow acquired unhuman powers that were much more fitting of who he was. He was standing next to me and wrapping his arms around me and telling me that he was to come with me from now on wherever I was to embark and that he would always be there when I was in need.
And he did. Physically, he wasn't there. But as I resumed my journey, I could feel him there, speaking to me, singing, guiding, the whole time. And his presence wasn;t anything that I had to question.
Now I'm awake and away from the world of subconsciousness and thinking about things. It's been 6 months since John left this conscious world. I still love him as deeply as any other living individual I hold close, and miss him with a longing so fierce it still does hurt sometimes. My subconscious still can't help but hope that somewhere, somehow, he's still out there. If my mind is telling me that he still exists there, as well as in the minds of others who he loved and touched, then my grief can remain settled and at peace.
There were people who kept coming into the neighborhood and knocking on my door. One was Linda, the woman across the street. Others included a dirty scraggely man who resembled Dude Lebowski who came in search of begging money, another was a feeble old lady looking for anyone to do her grocery shopping for her. I was then put out on a number of quests and competitve races that involved arduous mind tasks.
I saw John. It was so real and true it was as if he'd never died at all. In the dream, he;d only been missing somehow but not dead. A sort of Wrinkle In Time deal..the particles of matter that made up his being had been transported into another dimension of space and time and no one knew how to find him, much less being him back. but then I saw him. I was walking downhill, parallel to a fence, and I could view him through a missing board in this said fence. He saw me, and materialized on the other side of it, next to me. It was incredible; he'd somehow acquired unhuman powers that were much more fitting of who he was. He was standing next to me and wrapping his arms around me and telling me that he was to come with me from now on wherever I was to embark and that he would always be there when I was in need.
And he did. Physically, he wasn't there. But as I resumed my journey, I could feel him there, speaking to me, singing, guiding, the whole time. And his presence wasn;t anything that I had to question.
Now I'm awake and away from the world of subconsciousness and thinking about things. It's been 6 months since John left this conscious world. I still love him as deeply as any other living individual I hold close, and miss him with a longing so fierce it still does hurt sometimes. My subconscious still can't help but hope that somewhere, somehow, he's still out there. If my mind is telling me that he still exists there, as well as in the minds of others who he loved and touched, then my grief can remain settled and at peace.