Dreams during grief is a subject I could talk about for hours. But, for now I’ll discuss my most loving dream. And please know that I’ve only had one good grief dream. The rest have been nightmares. The kind of nightmares that physically lift you from your resting position. The ones that cause sweating, waking up screaming, and terror for hours after waking. Dreams during grief are more powerful than I can explain here. They will rock you to your core. They will change you and your perspective. You will sometimes have to spend time convincing yourself that they were just a dream, not reality. These are things people don’t talk about, but I am damn ready to.
So, my loving grief dream was very short. Fifteen seconds, maybe. And I woke up with a start just one minute before my morning alarm clock rang. That’s all I got after waiting for a loving experience after several years. But, I’ll take all I can get at this point.
It went something like this. I spotted him in a parking lot. We gazed at each other. I ran to his arms and he embraced me in a big hug that I felt physically, and it was strong. Then I woke up. I fed off this dream for days after. And I think it has changed me for the better. A good friend said that spirits cannot spend too much time with us because we would become dependent on that attention. And this gives me comfort.
Widows Life 