PT2 About That Dream 💭: The Dream I Didn’t Share About Mom…. ⏳ 👩🏿 🌹

I had a dream in December that I felt compelled to share, but didn’t. I had the draft unfinished in my folder since December. I decided I should share it, and it felt good to share my last dream. I appreciate the likes and positive feedback. I especially appreciate that people actually took the time to read it. I know it will not bring me closure, but I do feel better, stronger, and lighter when I share these type of dreams. So, here goes:

It was a pleasant dream, only because of the way she appeared, and how she looked. I left the paragraph in draft status, and added a few details here and there.The dream had a double meaning, and I put two and two together. It left me feeling somber. I had just had an awkward and heated exchange with the “group” I’ll call them. We were on the porch of an old house that I had never seen in my life. I was standing alone on one side, as the group was on the opposite side. As I walked towards them, I was stopped, and repelled by a swift arm motion by one of them. It felt like a magnet repelling another magnet. I was being pushed away, rejected, repelled. I stayed back, didn’t even question it. Then I turned and ran away. I ran away to find somewhere to hide. I wanted to get away.

I ended up in some room then my mother suddenly appeared in the doorway. She stood in the arch, glowing. My mother looked so beautiful, and she was glowing so bright. I loved the fabric, and the pattern of her hair scarf. Her hair was wrapped perfectly, it was perfectly symmetrical. She looked regal. She spoke a few words to me in a casual tone, but I was not focused her words. I was just happy and relieved to see her. I do not remember exactly what she said. I felt safe, I felt as though she came to back me up, to reassure me that it was okay. She understands what my mission was. I felt as though I had an alibi…

I woke up feeling sombre, yet relieved to have seen her again. I was holding on the snapshot of mom and her beauty and beautiful energy. I knew the meaning of the dream, but I felt sad and powerless.

Take Care, Stay safe, and Stay tuned.

Love and Respect,

~Dawn Lovely

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Just Some Thoughts:About That Dream&Time🤔💭⌛…..

I woke up from a long dream that seemed to not have much importance, until the very end. I can’t even recall the exact details, but before I awoke, my mother was telling me to do something important. I can’t remember what it was, but I forgot to do it, and she was reminding me. I was very attentive and focused on her words, but unfortunately, I woke up and it was over.

A feeling of loss and confusion hits me like a ton of bricks. I can’t move, I can’t get up until my mind clears, then there’s a moment of despair. I’m not there, and she’s not here, I even forget where I am. I tried so hard to remember what she was telling me to do, I was straining my mind to remember. I felt sad and disappointed, as though I had failed her or myself…..

When I wake up from random dreams about my mother, it always takes some time to snap back into reality. I know many people can relate after the loss of a loved one. No matter how many years have gone by, I wonder what it would be like to do the simplest things with her. I never had the chance to take her out to lunch, on me. I never had the chance to make her a cup of tea in my own apartment. The dream reminded me that time, the time I yearn for, will never happen, and that’s okay.

I must admit that I’m working through my issues with time. It’s a battle within myself, always feeling rushed or behind. What I think I’ve missed out on, wasn’t meant to be, and that’s okay too.

Love and Respect,

~Dawn Lovely

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