dad dream
I had an bad dream this morning. For some reason, me and my family knew my dad would die the next day, and we were preparing for it... planning the funeral, getting his suitcase packed for the hospital, and calling family and friends to tell them. It was a very vivid dream, and I remember going over everything I wanted to tell him in my head, but I couldn’t find him alone long enough to tell him.
So I decided that even though it was early, I’d wake up, because I didn’t want to continue the dream. It made me sad. I’ll be glad to talk to him when he calls me at work this morning.
Comments
oh no! what a terrible dream. i hope he calls early today (((hugs)))
Posted by: zal | August 24, 2001 05:26 AM
I’m sorry you had such a bad dream sweetie. I’m wondering if it has to do with the letter you gave him. Our minds plays odd games with us. Hang in there and I hope that when you talk with your dad, whom is fine, you will be much much at ease. *hugs*
Posted by: Gina | August 24, 2001 08:03 AM
oh girl, that’s a terrible dream. at least it was only a dream, though. you’ll have to let us know when you’ve talked to him.
Posted by: sara | August 24, 2001 09:45 AM
he called, and we talked. I’m glad he’s okay. The talk wasn’t exactly what I was hoping for, but what can I expect when he calls me from McDonalds because he hadn’t had the time yet. :sigh:
Posted by: kristine | August 24, 2001 11:09 AM