I never called this event a dream. It was more like a meeting. The Christmas after my father died, I met him in my subconcious. Yes, I was asleep but I almost never remember my dreams and, if I do, they're not like this was. I can still describe the room we were in in detail some 22 years later.
I came into this room which was all white. He was sitting on a couch and behind it were 3 floor to ceiling windows. He told he how happy he was and put his arms around me.
As far as I know, this has been the only dream I ever had of him. It gave me a lot of comfort at the time and still does to this day.
Roberta
I came into this room which was all white. He was sitting on a couch and behind it were 3 floor to ceiling windows. He told he how happy he was and put his arms around me.
As far as I know, this has been the only dream I ever had of him. It gave me a lot of comfort at the time and still does to this day.
Roberta