The Easter after Mimi died, I had an incredible, comforting dream in which I spoke to her, held her hand.
Last night I was kind of hoping for such a dream from Dad, but instead I dreamed of being at a dinner party with all of my coworkers who decided (without my input) to “help” me by putting dirty dishes and utensils away in my cupboards and drawers.
MUCH less uplifting. Also indicative of my attitude.
Oh dear….not a good dream, not a good situation. I frequently have dreams where people are to be relied on, and fail me miserably. Symptoms of a greater problem. Mini-owls will make it better.