DREAM WITH MY MOTHER

When I was in my early twenties, I had a series of nightmares that convinced me to “program” my mind not to remember my dreams most days. It worked and I got used to it. So, at the rare times I did experience and recall dreams, they were usually vivid and extraordinary. For example, I once dreamed of randomly meeting Bob Dylan on a country bridge in the middle of the Texas Hill Country by myself as he strummed on an acoustic guitar while we talked. It would be things like that.

About a year after my father passed away in 1997, I had a number of dreams with him in them, just the two of us or him and Mom with me. They were peaceful and comforting. Now, they happen less often but I’m okay with that.

Last night before I fell asleep, I prayed and asked the Lord to let me dream and remember the dream. I had nothing specific to ask for (and trying to dream specific things almost never works anyway). So, I just prayed that the Lord’s Will would be done. I was fine with whatever He let me dream.

And I had a lovely dream with my mother who passed away on August 17th, one day after her 84th birthday. It was normal circumstances, and Dad was initially in the dream, too, but he went ahead to somewhere else, and I spent the majority of the dream alone with Mom. She was younger, middle-aged, healthy, and we just talked. In the dream, I didn’t think about her being dead. We were just there in seemingly normal circumstances. The details aren’t important, though I remember them.

When I woke up from another dream I had after that dream, I recalled the Mom dream, was pleasantly stunned, and I thanked God in my thoughts with all my heart. He honored my prayer in the most beautiful way possible.

And I knew that I had to share this experience. Thanks for reading.