I dreamt of you this morning. In between the snooze buttons I had 10 minutes of bliss, being with you again. It was just a few days ago that I voiced how much I wanted to see you again, if just for a few hours.....and today I 'saw' you. I can count on one hand the number of times I've dreamed of you in the last 3 years so I recognize that this morning was a gift.
I didn't recognize you at first, I could only see the back of your head and I didn't think it was you. But you corrected me and let me know it was you. We sat together on the couch and I laid my head on your chest while you talked. You said, "I'm different now mom." Then you started to show me what you had been doing since you left; you showed me a gym full of little 5 year old boys and girls. They were beginning to file into the gym and the feeling in the room was apprehensive. Then I saw a little boy who was full of energy and really happy - and it was you somehow. Then, in your excitement, you started clapping. Soon the rest of the kids were clapping along with you eagerly anticipating what was coming next.......then the alarm went off again. And you were gone again.
But not before you had left me with a since of contentment and thankfulness, that at least for those few, precious moments I was with my boy again.
I have no idea what the dream meant, if anything, and it really doesn't matter. It was a gift and I'll gladly accept it.
You're welcome to come visit me in my dreams again anytime Ian.
