I'll See You In My Dreams
((((((Hugs to All)))))) ~
Every night, before I climb into bed, I place kisses on the photos of Jonathan and Michael on the nightstand and ask them to visit me in my dreams. I have been disappointed that, while I seem to be dreaming, my dreams have not been significant where I can recall details, and I haven’t seen Jonathan and Michael.
Before I woke up this morning at 5:30, I was dreaming. It was a pleasant dream in a lovely, peaceful location, near the ocean, as many of my dreams are, but with hills and valleys nearby as well.
I was with familiar people, who were friends, although I couldn’t attach an identity to any of them. I just knew that we all loved each other and were spending time together in this serene place.
It seemed that I was busy tidying up the spacious home we were all staying in, which makes sense, because that’s what I do. I’m a nester, a caregiver, and I can’t sit still too long, when there are things needing to be done.
Much of the dream is blurry in my memory. When I woke up, I wanted to remember the dream so I could understand it better. That’s when I realized what happened at the end of my dream.
I was on the top of a hill, looking at the valley below, where the “home” was located next to the ocean. I looked at two people, who I didn’t recognize but loved deeply. The light shining on them was so bright, and they were reclining.
I shaded my eyes with my hand, but the light was still so strong, I couldn’t see their faces. I thought I should get something, like an umbrella, to shade them, as the sun must have been too powerful for them.
I can’t remember what I did to provide shade, but when I did, the light on their faces was still brilliant. As I leaned in closer, I recognized them. Jonathan and Michael.
Immediately, I thought about putting sunscreen, baseball caps and sunglasses on them.
“I need to get you down there. I made a lovely space for you there.” I told them, as I gestured toward the home in the valley.
Jonathan and Michael smiled. They didn’t speak, but their smile told me everything. I understood their message. They were staying on the top of the hill.
Throughout the day, I have been processing this dream and connecting the pieces I remember.
“We are in The Light. We are happy, at peace, together. Now, we watch over you and Jim in the valley from our hill top perch.”
This dream energized me to clean our home today, which it desperately needs. I can’t chase around Daisy, so I used my Dyson stick to vacuum the floors and rugs (including the rug in Michael’s room). Then, I mopped (including Jon’s room), which I haven’t done in so long, I can’t even estimate. I’m just doing something all of the time, and I wear out, and things get left undone.
Jim is becoming more independent now, fixing his own tea, getting his cookies or making toast, when I’m in bed dreaming. Going to the bathroom, so I am not involved in bending/stooping to change his briefs. I’m so proud of him, and truly grateful, because I know he is doing all of this for me.
I strained my back mopping, so Jim applied Aspercreme and handed me a Tylenol, and we watched a movie together.
I have long held that our home is a reflection of ourselves. If our home is in chaos or out of order, then we are out of order. I know this is true, because even with this searing back pain, I can see the floors are clean and shiny now. I have a feeling of satisfaction and accomplishment.
I don’t think Jonathan and Michael were telling me to clean the house, of course. I feel assured by their visit that they are safe, together, and in Bliss. They want me to “get my ‘house’ in order.”
Yesterday, the fountain in Michael’s pond was decreasing its volume. I scooped out a ton of algae, which is quite heavy, by the way, and debris, and then I put the hose in the pond to fill it with more water. The fountain didn’t take long before it began shooting like a Yellowstone geyser.
Then, I watered plants, and I decided to just hose down the patio doors and wipe the screen. Filthy from the rain and our leaking gutters, winds, and our dirt back yard. Jim watched me grab paper towels and wipe down the doors and screen. When I finished, Jim said, “That looks great, honey!”
I laughed, “Now you have a better view of the dirt, Dear!”
Jonathan and Michael are on the hill. Jim and I are in the valley. And, I’m “tidying up.”
When all of the tidying up is done, we’ll all be on the hill together.
And in the ocean, as a reef to generate new life for this beautiful planet.
As always, we thank you for your love, prayers, positive, healing energy, and never-ending support. We love you and pray for you and your loved ones.
Someday, we will all meet on the hill.
Love & Light,
Rose
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Originally Posted by mg12061
