This one's a woozy... last night, I dreamed that I died. The reason wasn't even clear - it seemed to have started with the fact that someone (also unclear) told me I had died and I did not believe it. To even prove it, I touched a pillar and felt it... sort of showing that they were wrong and I was not dead.
This changed with the next thing that happened - namely my being able to pass through a door... and I thought, crap... it's true. The next thing I know, I see relatives (alive, and for some reason, they were mostly my in-laws) and start making an effort of talking to them - and for some reason, though they did not see me, they felt me and heard me, but not collectively... rather more as a one-on-one communication, as I had to stay close to them for them to somehow feel me.
The culmination of this dream was after having talked to my in-laws and extended family, I then entered a room where my family was - I even made the winds open the doors and sort of part the curtains... thing is, this seemed to be a separating door between hotel rooms, so where'd the wind come from, right? I knew that, and was counting on it to sort of announce my presence. Yeah... apparently, even when dead, I have this knack for the dramatics.
I then have this one-on-one conversation with my daughter, Bernice, embracing her - trying to tell her all the advise I can give in so short a time. Advise I did not bother giving while I was alive and around, but suddenly... due to limited time on my part, and wanting to counter the frustration of not being around to help her anymore, said set of advise was one of the most important things in the world to me for her, right then and there. The gist of it all? How she should believe in herself, listen to her heart, not just trust anyone, and rely on family - now just her mom and brother, plus her extended family for help.
I next gravitated to my son, Bryce, to do the same thing... and one thing struck me. As far a legacies go, I had nothing to give them. I just had my comics collection - which I told him was his now that I was gone... theirs' actually, since I did not want to not give my daughter anything. While thinking this, I realized (belatedly in the dream, anyway) that I was leaving my family in a not too good position... though I also, someway realized that if one parent had to go - better me than Barbie, for she could care for the family much better than I could.
My dream ended before I could have my conversation with Barbie.
Needless to say, I was left thinking about my mortality, and my current health state - and though as I said earlier, the reason for said death was not apparent, it still made me do a quick assessment of how healthy I was. Though lacking in the exercise department, I do make sure I have a healthy diet. It also reminded me of how much I have helped my kids in the past - and how incomplete such a mission was at this point. After all, I guess, I assumed I'd always be around to help them when they asked... that I would always be there until they were settled with their own family.
I still have to figure out why I suddenly had this dream though... and it was important enough that I even looked it up in a dream interpretation site. Here's the link to said interpretation, though I've also copied a portion that I feel was significant.
"To dream that you die in your dream symbolizes inner changes, transformation, self-discovery and positive development that is happening within you or your life. You are undergoing a transitional phase and are becoming more enlightened or spiritual. Although such a dream may bring about feelings of fear and anxiety, it is no cause for alarm as it is often considered a positive symbol. Dreams of experiencing your own death usually means that big changes are ahead for you. You are moving on to new beginnings and leaving the past behind."
There's more, but as I said, I think this is the more significant portion. Does this mean anything? Who knows? After all, how do you react to something that is not yet happening? Anyway, if there is anything I've resolved to do, it would probably be to be a bit more participatory, and less hands-off with my kids lives. I mean, I do this to signify I trust them... but who knows, it wouldn't hurt if I ask to be involved in their thought processes, once in a while.
Our band loses a mainstay.
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Have I already shared the fact that I joined the High School Alumni band as
a vocalist? If not, I first joined them during our 40th anniversary year.
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