Dreams...

Last night, I had my first dream about Dad. He had been dead for about 2 weeks, but for some reason, he was still in the house. This of course was after he had been buried. How he got out of there was not part of this dream.

Anyway, so Dad is laying on the bed. He was fidgeting a little bit, moving his mouth slightly. I said...Everyone, Dad's not dead. Before I knew it, he was awake. He tried to move, but was in pain around his stomach, from the surgery. Then, I just remember him laughing. That's about all I can remember.

I got up, told Bessie about my dream, and she said she had a dream about Dad as well. He called on the phone wanting to speak to "Little Johnny."

Sometimes I believe that when someone who has died is in one of your dreams, that's might be the person's way of communicating with us when we are asleep. So, to apply it here, maybe this was Dad's way of letting me know that he is fine and okay.

But for some reason, when I talked with Bessie, I didn't feel all that comforted. In fact, I felt sad. That feeling has lasted all day, and it has sucked.

I'll have plenty of time to think about it tomorrow on my +10 mile run tomorrow AM.