I frequently have very vivid and memorable dreams. Since my Dad died, I haven’t dreamt of him once, which I did not expect.
It was early Tuesday morning, the alarm went off at the normal time of 5:15am and James and I decided to sleep in a bit that day. After we decided to go back to sleep I was in a slumber – sleeping but 100% aware of it. You know that transition phase? I was soon startled completely awake, at the sound of my dad’s voice saying “Hi Coupche”, (a common term of endearment he had for me).
I SWEAR i heard it. It was more like he was in the room and I was sleeping, not that he said it in my dream.
I was startled but not scared. My eyes shot open and each muscle in my body tightened. I froze to keep as still as possible, to listen. To listen because maybe I would hear it again.
I told my brother the story and he said that he hopes that Dad was there. I responded that I dont. I hope he’s having fun in heaven and not stuck watching me sleep.
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