Dream a Little Dream of Me

I'm on the mend from this lovely flu/whooping cough invasion, which means I do a chore like clean the bathroom, and then gotta go lie down and take some pressure off the lungs.  It also makes me fling my bra off the moment I'm home from my big girl life.

 

Once I lie down I don't want to get back up for things like DVDs or such, so I make do with what's on tv. As it would be, I turned on the last 15 minutes of George Clooney in "Dusk to Dawn" which is a movie I haven't watched in eons.  A campy vampire movie!

 

I have a love/hate thing for vampire movies.  I love to watch them....I have to put my hands before my eyes on the scary part but spread my fingers apart just a little bit so I can see what's happening.   Brad is not a big vampire fan, but for some reason he doesn't seem to mind them when I come running to  be near him after I watch one.

 

Dreams......

 

Dream specialists tell us that it's quite common to dream about the last thing you saw or did in your day.  Whatever that may be lingers in your conscious or subconscious and waits to play out as you sleep.  I can't agree or disagree...most days I have a pretty active dream life but little memory of it.  I  have noticed waking up in a certain mood, knowing the mood was the result of a dream and keeping emotions with me all day.

 

So.....I did dream a bit about George Clooney and me fighting those ugly vampires, but it didn't last long, thankfully.....

then I dreamed of Joshua! 

These dreams don't come often, but they are so sweet when they come! This was just a dream, not a heavenly visit...  I've had one where I believe God's grace allowed Josh to let me know he's happy and well. 

 

Maybe I dreamed it because I have been so sad thinking of his upcoming 15th birthday, or maybe because I still feel crappy....who knows and who cares?!

 

In my dream,  we five were at the local school getting ready for  our usual Saturday soccer games.  Josh ran by me aggravating his sisters trying to get them to play with him, and his sisters were running all about yelling back at him.  The three of them were all about 5-6 years younger than they are now so it was a replay of a bygone day with a twist....  At one point I looked over at Josh who had sat down for a second and said in total loving disbelief,"It's so great to have you here again.....they say you can't come back once you die, but you're here!  All I want to do is give you a big fat kiss and hug and never let go!"
 

 

I immediately went behind him and fully embraced him as he squirmed just a bit, screamed "cooties", but did not run away.  The girls were giggling nearby.  I took a few more hugs, just taking in the feel of him, his hair, and being able to do it.  It felt so wonderful!  Then he jumped up to go with his sisters.

 

I walked back to Brad, looked at the three of them together, smiled..........and woke up.

 

What a sweet precious gift!  My eyes opened full of tears of thanks and tears of what is.  Even if it was only a dream I am so thankful!

 

Dreaming of you my sweet family!

 

Hugs,

Sherri