last night
I dreamed Dad was alive. We were talking, and his arm was over my shoulder and I was leaning in against him. I felt safe and it felt real. It was the most uneventful dream I've ever had, but I reckon it was about the best. Then I woke up and was all "I'm SO GLAD Dad's not really dead!", then I remembered he is.
Fuckin' dream.
Fuckin' dream.
posted by aibee at 09:47
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Ugh, it's sort of a double edged sword dreaming about a dead loved one. I have the most vivid dreams about my Mum and then for a few wonderful seconds after I wake up, it's like she didn't really die and then reality sets in and it's like I've been kicked in the stomach.
I don't know how long ago you lost your dad, it'll be 4 years on 12th June for me, but I still dream of my Mum with great regularity.
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Anonymous, at
7:03 PM
I remember when your mum passed, Chyrelle. Such a sad time for you. Hugs, lady xx
Dad died almost seventeen years ago. I don't dream of him much.
This dream was sad and confusing because truth is, the father I dreamed of never actually existed.
I think I dreamed more about what was missing, than about what was lost.
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aibee, at
9:56 AM
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