Do you remember your dreams each night? Do you sometimes
wonder if they REALLY were dreams, or perhaps something more ethereal? My
husband claims he doesn't dream, I think he just doesn't remember them.
I know I've often dreamt of loved ones who have passed, those
are often delightful dreams. It wonderful to have moments where I feel as if
I've visited or been visited by people I love who are no longer earthbound.
Most times I wake in the morning with a rather nice feeling, so many times I
wish the dream had lasted longer. Many have said my dreams are only my memories
or imagination and while they may be pleasant, they aren't real — I call these
folks cynics.
When my sister and I were little girls we both had dreams of
being told bedtime stories by our maternal grandfather, the man had died long
before we were even born. Often in the mornings we would tell our mom about the
"nice man who told us bedtime stories" (not always together, so we
certainly weren't mimicking each other). Curiously she asked us about this
"mystery man", we each described him and her eyes widened, and then
we told her some of the stories he told us… seems he was telling us some of the
same stories he would read to her as a little girl. We agreed, this wasn't any
simple dream.
The other night I had a bittersweet and amusing dream. Since
we were first married, we've always had multiple cats and since cats have a
shorter life expectancy than most humans, we have unfortunately had to bury
several. Each one has remained in our hearts. My dream seemed a little odd, my
husband and I were both in it… we were visiting "someplace" which I
didn't recognize, and we were surrounded by lots of talking and standing-tall
cats and dogs, some of whom called us Mom and Dad. In my dream I remember being
in awe and saying, "These are cats and they're talking!" Each was
excited to talk to us and tell us they were having fun and they were okay.
Then, in my "dream" (shortly before I woke up) we
had to leave. We went down a level and I looked up and they were there waving,
I asked "Aren't you coming?" and whoever was guiding us towards an elevator
said "They have to stay, but you'll see them again." I actually felt a
bit happy when I woke, I felt as if I had been visiting them after a long time.
Maybe it was a dream, but then again, maybe it was more.
During Friday evening services in our synagogue we sing a
song Shalom Aleichem, basically we welcome new angels and say goodbye to
others. Depending on the faith you believe in, angels can be messengers, and
sometimes they can carry you to visit loved ones, or the other way around, while
you sleep. Unfortunately, we can't simply order up a "trip", it just
happens, I guess, when it is supposed to. It is a comforting feeling to know
that occasionally we are permitted a glimpse of loved ones and perhaps a little
conversation. Maybe our loved ones can become our own Guardian Angels.
Maybe it's the angels helping us, or maybe it is really just
dreams — what do you think?
