So. I never ever remember my dreams. Seriously, not ever.
Last night I awoke in the middle of the night from a dream I really wanted to remember and I knew I had a couple seconds to write it down before it was gone forever.
In the dream I saw my father and little sister (both no longer with us) standing together in the distance. It was them from when I was a kid - so dad and sis from olden times.
The standout was their hair - my dad with his shaggy mess and exaggerated sideburns and my sister with her long feathered locks. Now that I think about it 1978 visited me last night.
Anyway, I kept trying to catch up to them but I never could - the distance between us always remained the same - which was making me crazy. It was a cruel trick of dreamland that caused me to toss and turn vigorously.
Even more cruel is that they even saw me and waved with big smiles. They seemed content that I never reached them - like they were just stopping by to say 'hi' to me. Of course I am ignoring the 'see you soon' interpretation of the dream.
I longed to talk to them. Hug them. Share in their adventure. But the feeling of frustration over not ever reaching them woke me up before the dream reached its conclusion.
In the end it was sooooo nice to see them again and I was thrilled that they looked really happy. And at peace.
I sure hope I run into them in my dreams again soon. And remember it.
About the photo: Just some random graffiti I saw a couple weeks ago.
Which I found very touching.