I was walking out the door from an event tonight with my friend when, out of nowhere, we began talking about our dreams of our late fathers.
My dad passed away 11 years ago on October 6, 2007, at the age of 53.
I had a dream about my dad the night before and quickly realized I hadn’t even told my husband nor thought twice about the dream since I woke up.
What I remember is that I woke up with a big smile on my face and thought my dad was still alive. But then the boys were laughing and coffee was made. I jumped out of bed to start my day, forgetting the details of the dream.
My friend lost her dad too. I like to think we have this weird bond even though we’ve never, ever talked about our late fathers… except for 30 seconds tonight.
After my dad passed, I always had these awesome, but super vague, dreams. I don’t remember much about them. I didn’t think to write them down and now I wish I would have.
In 2013, I became pregnant with my first son. Almost every night I had the most real and vivid dreams with my dad.
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I still can feel them as I write this. It gives me chills and makes me smile and cry at the same time.
Throughout most of the dreams he was hanging out with my son and I was watching.
In my dream, he had my son at my parent’s former restaurant, showing him how to put 10 pounds of butter and powder sugar on french toast. He showed him how to dump out the grease from the fryer (weird, I know), and how to make the perfect buttermilk ranch (must have been the baby cravings!).
In other dreams, they were building things in the workshop and having adventures outdoors. In one dream they were burning down our river bank and my son was laughing.
Some dreams had us all just sitting on the couch – cuddled in a blanket, not talking and watching TV.
What is so weird about these dreams is that my son was always in them and with my father, yet he hadn’t even been born yet.
Every morning during this pregnancy, I woke up so stinking happy. I remember every night praying that the dreams would finish where they left off.
It almost felt like I had my dad back in my life again.
Then after he was born they stopped. Abruptly.
I was SO sad.
Then I got pregnant with baby two and I remember that I was most excited about my dreams about my father coming back. But they didn’t… as much. I had only had three dreams. I remembered to write them down this time. And I remember being sad when I woke up because I knew the dreams wouldn’t come back again when I went to bed again like they had with my first pregnancy.
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And then last night happened!
My dad came back into my life. He actually told me that in the dream. Like he actually came back to life and didn’t know where to go, what to do, or how to tell people. He found me and we were driving around in his truck trying to figure out where I could hide him without scaring people.
In the dream, we didn’t really do much besides talk and catch up on life. He was asking me how everyone was and I was filling him in on all the things he’s missed over the last 11 years-not just within our family but also technology. Ha!
And then I woke up, happy yet sad. Because I quickly realized it was just a dream.
I love having these dreams. It feels like he left our life yesterday yet it also feels like a 100 years ago.
How about you guys?
Have you lost a loved one?
Do you have crazy real dreams?
How do they make you feel?
Dreams of our late fathers are my favorite stories to swop.