When Dreams of Our Loved Ones Feel too Real
I take it as a visitation
I had what to me was the most wonderful dream ever. I dreamt I was on a cruise ship with my husband. Other people that mean a great deal to me were on the cruise too, such as my son, my daughter, my sister, and my forever 20-year-old son, Richie, in heaven. Physically, I only saw my husband, my sister, and my son Richie, as well as people I did not know. Though I knew my younger son and daughter were on the ship, I did not see them.
It was a long dream. It seemed I walked around the ship a lot. The color white was prominent around the ship, even the people on the ship wore white. At one point, I was sitting on the deck next to my husband. My son Richie was right by my side. My sister approached us to ask a question and sat by my husband’s side. I don’t recall what she asked. Afterward, my husband and I talked about taking a vacation for a month. We mentioned a Mediterranean cruise followed by a two-week vacation in Spain. My son listened and made us feel he would join us.
At one point, Richie sat on the floor. I laid my head on his head and gave him a few kisses. His hair felt short and soft on my cheek. I hugged him and brushed my fingers through his hair. The way his hair felt on my fingers was so real. Exactly the way it felt when he was alive. I can still remember the texture, the length, and the color. It was so vivid — as if it really happened.
In my dream, Richie did not speak, but he looked at me with loving eyes. He stayed by my side throughout the entire dream. I thought he might be bored. So I told him there were many things to do on the ship and he did not have to stay with me throughout the entire cruise. But he just looked at me with a smile. From out of nowhere, I whisked out a cruise brochure and began showing him all the wonderful things to do on the ship. Then I said, “tell you what, let me put on my sneakers and we’ll take a walk around the ship. But we must walk slowly because of my ankle problem.” Through his eyes, I could tell he was okay with walking alongside me at a slow pace. Then I woke up.
I don’t know how to interpret dreams, but sometimes I think I know what they mean. With this one, I am not so sure what the meaning might be. I take this dream as a lovely visitation from my son. I am experiencing grief for losing my fur baby Chewy recently. Therefore, Richie’s visit is a reminder that he is always with me, especially in my toughest moments. Though I prefer him alive, I know I will always have him by my side because he will remain in my heart forever.
