I had a dream last night and I don’t remember what happened in it but I remember faces. I remember seeing the faces of people that I love that have passed away. I saw them because I wanted to.
I remember feeling this energy and glancing back and seeing a man. I thought is that Dad? Sometimes while dreaming, I know that I am in a dream and so I test to see if I can make things happen. Is that my Dad? I want it to be. Dad, will you show up? And it worked. I then passed a blond girl and thought is that my friend Janelle? So, it turned into her. She didn’t have as many tattoos so I thought is that really Janelle or do I am just really trying for her to be? I didn’t ask outloud but she heard me and understood me. She answered, “It is me, I just don’t have all of them yet, from when you knew me.” I kept walking, encountering a few more loved ones that have left this earth and they just smiled at me as I went along.
They are with me. I am protected. I am safe. I am supported. They are a part of me. I can call on their spirits and they will appear, in dreams and in life with eyes wide open. We are all connected. Our spirits live on.