Saturday, March 29, 2014

dream

I can’t recall many of my dreams. I dream often, since my mind is usually racing during the day, but most of them are silly and don’t hold much significance. There is one, however, that I’ll never forget, and I’d like to share it with you today.

It was a sunny day. I was outside, standing on an enormous slab of pavement. Ahead of me was a concrete staircase that extended up and out as far as the eye could see. There were people around me at the ground level, but they were all alone. They were casually walking around, checking their phones, pulling their hands in and out of the depths of their pockets, periodically glancing up the stairs. They were all waiting for someone. After a while, I see figures appearing on the horizon line of the steps. One by one, the people around me begin to make their way up, waving at someone coming down. Soon enough, pairs of people were littered along the staircase in all directions. I begin walking through the crowd, side-stepping between hugs and "hello's." I begin to wonder what I’m doing there, and then I look up. There is a man walking down the stairs in my direction. It’s hard to see him at first, but as he gets closer, I notice he has dark hair and a mustache that forms a canopy over a huge, white smile. With each step he takes, I realize it is my dad. I begin walking up to meet him.

Our smiles grew bigger the closer we got to one another. After what seemed like an eternity, we finally met, and without saying a word, he opened his arms and wrapped them around me. I did the same. We just stood there, engulfed in each others presence. It wasn’t scary or sad - it was beautiful, and I was happy. It was one of those hugs that made you so sure that you were in the right place at the right time and nothing else mattered. It felt so real - I could feel his warmth, smell his cologne. I was shorter than him, so my head fit like a puzzle piece into the curve of his neck. After a while, we let go, and he began walking back up the stairs with the same smile that he walked down with. I stayed where I was, and just before I woke up, a bright light washed over me and I felt nothing but warmth and comfort.

I remembered every detail of that dream the second I came back to reality. I recall just laying in bed, smiling. I didn’t cry because I wasn’t sad. I truly believe that was my dad communicating with me, telling me everything is alright. It was a particularly stressful time of my life, so I’m sure I went to bed frazzled and overworked. The staircase was heaven, and he came down just to reassure me that he is still with me, even though neither of us said a word. Words just weren’t necessary.

To this day, all I have to do is recall that dream and I’m taken back to place of contentment. I’ve never had another dream of that magnitude involving my dad, and if I never do, that’s alright with me.

May your dreams give you guidance and peace.

-Becca


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