Posted by barb on Feb 10, 2004 in Uncategorized |

It seems that shortly after someone I know dies, I have a dream with them in it. Usually, they are telling me in some way that they are okay. Last night’s dream was no different, though the details are already fading.

I was together with two of my best friends, Suzanne and Sweetie, on a vacation. Somehow we ended up in Wisconsin trying to decide how to spend our afternoon. We stopped at my Grandmother’s house in Maiden Rock to sit down and discuss where to go. Gram was sitting in her easy chair, Suzanne and Sweetie were in other comfy chairs in the living room, and I was on the couch. Next to me on the couch was Wayne. While we talked about where to go (“Pepin has cute shops…”), Wayne interjected comments about our plans. I thought he had some interesting things to say, but no one else seemed to listen. I started to repeat what he said, and everyone thought it was a great idea. I then realized that I was the only one who could see and hear Wayne, and I remembered that he had passed away. I cried a bit, but Wayne put his hand on me, and I felt a bit better.

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