The power, beauty, and importance of our dreams…

Last month was a difficult one for me. I started the year off losing my Grandmother. I feel blessed to have had her in my life for 39 years and for all of the love and good memories that she left me with. She caught pneumonia at the end of December and never recovered. At one point, she was hooked up to a machine to keep her breathing and lost the ability to communicate. Seeing someone you love “living” like that is hard. It’s not how I wanted to remember her. Then something happened. My Grandma came to visit me in a dream. We were in the hospital. She was in the typical hospital gown, laying in a hospital bed. In the dream, she wasn’t hooked up to the machines. She looked over at me and said that she loved me. I told her that I loved her, too. This dream was a gift because it was more real to me than what was going on at the hospital. The dream gave me a memory of her not hooked up to the machines. The dream gave us the chance to tell each other that we loved each other one last time. A few days later, I had another dream. My Grandpa, who passed away 33 years ago, appeared. He was smiling. Then, my Grandma appeared next to him. She was smiling. They had waited 33 years to be reunited. Both of them looked like they were in their late 20′s or early 30′s. My Grandma began to wave as the two of them floated up into the air together. That was my Grandma’s thing. Whenever you left her house, she always stood in the doorway and waved goodbye until you were out of sight. So, this was another way to confirm that it was her in the dream. Grandma passed away shortly after that. She’s sent messages and come back in dreams a few more times since then. I find comfort in knowing that she is okay and that she will visit from time to time. It’s just like when we would go to the movies or to lunch. I’ll miss having her here physically and am tearing up as I type this. But, I look forward to those dream visits. This whole situation has really reinforced the power, beauty, and importance of dreams. It’s never only a dream or just a dream. They are real experiences. That’s what I wanted to stress this month. That and one other thing… Take the time to spend time with or even call or write the ones you love and make sure that they know that you love them and are thinking of them.

This one’s for you, Gram. I love you. See you in the dreamtime.

Dream well,


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