Greg was fascinated by dreams. I have an entire journal that he filled with his dreams over a couple months when we first got married. On his nightstand he had a book called, “Lucid Dreaming for Beginners”. He would always tell me that once you knew you were dreaming (while you were dreaming) you could do anything!
And then there’s me. I am one of those people who hardly ever remembers dreams. I have a handful of dreams that I remember from my entire life and that’s it.
Towards the end of Greg’s life, we talked about how he could try to communicate with me after he passed away. He was confident that he could contact me through my dreams. He had a couple dreams about his mom just after she passed away and they were very important to him. He felt that it was her way of making contact and making sure he was okay.
So, I told him I would try and remember my dreams. For months and months, I haven’t remembered any…until last Friday night, just after my ‘Reset Button’ post!
In my dream, we were in my childhood church in Iola (of all the places that Greg would show up, this is pretty funny to me!) and I walked in with Squeaky to sit down next to Greg and Squirmy in a pew. I remember putting my arm around his neck and nuzzling into him. His neck was so strong, sturdy, soft and warm; not the weak, frail, cold and clammy way he felt when he was so, so sick. In my dream, I remember thinking that the people behind us better get used to it or move because I’m going to be like this, touching him – not letting go, during the entire service. The dream moved on to something else but I remember waking up thinking, “YES! I HAD A DREAM ABOUT GREG AND I REMEMBERED IT!”
Then, the next night, I had another dream! Earlier in the night, I had gone out with a friend to a restaurant and bar in Stevens Point. We were laughing about feeling old and, for me, now being single (BLAH!) and what a pain in the ass that was. Anyway, my dream was also in some kind of a bar but Greg was there. Another guy started talking to me and I said to him, “Actually, sorry, my husband is still alive so I’m going to spend as much time as I can with him.” And I turned away from this guy and followed Greg out of there.
I know I’m processing a lot and of course this is my own brain working through my feelings and what is happening in my waking life. Can someone contact you through your dreams from beyond? I don’t know and maybe that part doesn’t really matter because I still feel Greg with me all of the time. I just know that I love this way for me to see Greg, to talk to him, even touch him and feel him again. And I’m so happy for that little bit of contact.