Dad dream

This dream didn’t follow my usual chronological rules so here is a stream of consciousness with the warning that it’s not going to make any sense.

I was at the point where I needed to decide where I was going to live. My husband said he was happy so long as he was with me. So I looked into living in my old hometown. I needed something that would pay enough so I looked into driving a bus. I called Dad to ask him about it and he just said that he needed to take his medicine and he would call me back.

As I was looking for a job, I went to DJ’s bus and tried to ask him about it. He was driving the bus at the time so we were going through the city in the night with a number of random people scattered throughout the bus. DJ had very little good to say about driving except that the pay was good.

I got off the bus and walked through the city. Somehow I had heard that Dad died and I was overwhelmed by grief.

I attended Dad’s funeral. I was inconsolable. Dad was buried in his family plot near/in a forest. I was asked to speak and tried but broke down at the podium. Dad was buried. I was so distraught that I went into the wood and found a circular building with a mosaic floor. There were no rooms. It was just a large structure with no doors. I believe it was a spiritual place because my cousin was also buried there. Dad’s brother said that it was a good thing that they were buried near to one another because during the Rapture, they would wake up as if from a long sleep and see one another as friends. I miss Dad.

Published by Jade Hammer

It is in the deepest night that I have contemplated all the things I have thought, said and done. Why these things come to me at night probably says a lot about how the mind belittles and magnifies aspects of the personality. In sleeplessness, you see nothing, you also see everything: life themes, life lessons, ways to better approach your own thoughts, words and deeds. My name is Jade Hammer and these are the life lessons that have kept me up at night.

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