I remember many of my dreams but I don’t write about them or discuss them with my friends much because I think that only I would find them interesting.
Today, dear reader, I’m making an exception.
In recents weeks, my dreams have fallen into two distinct categories:
- My wife is alive and we are together like we were for 29 years.
- My wife is gone and I am living alone like I do today.
The dreams where she is alive are quite mundane. We’re going out for dinner or watching Netflix or teasing each other or arguing about something silly. Sometimes when I wake up, I’ll lay there and try to sink back into the dream, just to see her and hear her voice for a few more moments.
The dreams where she is going no longer haunt me. These aren’t nightmares about her cancer, her death or some ghostly appearances. She’s simply not part of this dream life at all. Many of these dreams are filled with the mundane activities of my life – dog walking, swimming, talking to my neighbors etc.
I don’t put a lot of weight on dreams. I believe my subconscious uses dreams to work through the cobwebs in my head. Sometimes dreams help me process my thoughts. Sometimes they are a pleasant interlude. I actually love when people who are gone from my life visit my dreams. I get to hang out in these dreams with my wife, my Aunt Essie, former girlfriends, long gone pets and friends from high school.
I’ve got nothing ls to say about this right now.