I don’t usually post about a dream. But I don’t always focus on my dreams, I have them, usually forget about them or mention them to David and forget about them.
But last night was a dream I want to remember.
I went to Ireland. I was in a pub. But I was outside. But then I had to go outside to make a phone call. I asked if anyone had any “p”s which is what I was calling the Irish money. I was not referring to pounds because I was in the Republic of Ireland, not the North. So I went outside to make a call to the Irish relatives to let them know I was there. The folks in the pub had started asking my name. Then I heard someone say “Colleen Faherty Brown is here” and I turn and there are the Irish cousins.
And in their midst…. dad!
He was smiling. He hugged me and said “you said we weren’t doing presents right?” I agreed. Then we were all walking up this very long rickety looking winding stairway to get in to Ireland. I was being hugged and kissed by the cousins. It was a joyous reunion.
I don’t think I’ve dreamt about dad in the eleven years he has been gone. Not enough to remember it anyway. But I remember this dream.
The best part of the dream is turning around and seeing this group of people in motion. And behind a few them there was dad. Smiling. Happy. Or pleased? It felt happy and good.
Isn’t that what dreams are all about?