I'm 16 years old, and my father died on May 23 of heart failure at 65 years old, just three days before his 66th birthday.
Recently I have been having some very powerful and emotional dreams, about my father and other things and I have been keeping a record of them in a notebook of mine. Here are the entries.
June 13-I dreamed that my father came back. He just came in through the door saying, "I'm back," and I lived with him.
June 15- I dreamed that I was together with a girl that I had felt love for before.
Friday, morning of June 18-I dreamed that I was in the truck with my dad and we were leaving Wal-Mart. I told my dad, "Dad, listen, I had a dream that you died of heart failure, and it was so horrible...I could not stop crying. Dad, you mean more to me than anything in this world. I want you to take care of yourself."
Tears were streaming down both of our eyes and my dad finally smiled and said, "Son, don't worry. I am going to take care of myself." I can not forget the look of his eyes as he was crying...it was as if he were crying for what happened to me on May 23. For a moment it was all so real I thought I had my dad back again...then the phone rang, and I woke up, looked at my surroundings, went into the living room, didn't see my dad sitting there in his old recliner drinking coffee and in his red bathrobe, saw my mom instead walking towards the phone, and cried. I cried more than I have ever cried before since Wednesday on my dad's funeral when I went to see him before they closed the casket.
It seemed like it was such a lucid dream. Like I could almost control what I was saying, like somehow I knew it was a dream but thought that within the dream I could change everything that had happened and that maybe, just maybe, it could change for real. It all seemed so possible in that dream. I feel like I was controlling what I was saying, but I could not control what my dad was saying.
I had this dream after I went back to sleep after waking up at about 7:00 in the morning. I had gone back to sleep and could have only been sleeping for about an hour, so I remembered everything that I was dreaming about very clearly.
Before this I never had dreams like this, they were all silly and illogical dreams that made no sense. I have never had dreams that seemed to mean something before, or any dream that had anything to do with emotions like grief or love. And my dreams have never been as real as the ones I've been having now.
What does it all mean?
Recently I have been having some very powerful and emotional dreams, about my father and other things and I have been keeping a record of them in a notebook of mine. Here are the entries.
June 13-I dreamed that my father came back. He just came in through the door saying, "I'm back," and I lived with him.
June 15- I dreamed that I was together with a girl that I had felt love for before.
Friday, morning of June 18-I dreamed that I was in the truck with my dad and we were leaving Wal-Mart. I told my dad, "Dad, listen, I had a dream that you died of heart failure, and it was so horrible...I could not stop crying. Dad, you mean more to me than anything in this world. I want you to take care of yourself."
Tears were streaming down both of our eyes and my dad finally smiled and said, "Son, don't worry. I am going to take care of myself." I can not forget the look of his eyes as he was crying...it was as if he were crying for what happened to me on May 23. For a moment it was all so real I thought I had my dad back again...then the phone rang, and I woke up, looked at my surroundings, went into the living room, didn't see my dad sitting there in his old recliner drinking coffee and in his red bathrobe, saw my mom instead walking towards the phone, and cried. I cried more than I have ever cried before since Wednesday on my dad's funeral when I went to see him before they closed the casket.
It seemed like it was such a lucid dream. Like I could almost control what I was saying, like somehow I knew it was a dream but thought that within the dream I could change everything that had happened and that maybe, just maybe, it could change for real. It all seemed so possible in that dream. I feel like I was controlling what I was saying, but I could not control what my dad was saying.
I had this dream after I went back to sleep after waking up at about 7:00 in the morning. I had gone back to sleep and could have only been sleeping for about an hour, so I remembered everything that I was dreaming about very clearly.
Before this I never had dreams like this, they were all silly and illogical dreams that made no sense. I have never had dreams that seemed to mean something before, or any dream that had anything to do with emotions like grief or love. And my dreams have never been as real as the ones I've been having now.
What does it all mean?
