The other morning Henry came out of his bedroom and went to the cupboard in the kitchen looking for breakfast. His shoulders were bent forward and his head was hanging a bit and he didn't answer his usual "Good" when I asked him how he slept.
"What's wrong?" I asked him.
"I had a dream about Dad," he told me. Then he started sobbing, big shoulder shaking sobs.
Upon questioning he couldn't remember much of the dream.
"But I remember the emotion," he cried.
I attempted to comfort Henry by telling him my belief is that when you dream about the person who is dead it is the person visiting you, checking in, saying hi. So dreaming about Dad should be a happy thing. As I explained this theory to Henry I omitted the part that I never dream about Bob, never.
Last week Mike came downstairs one morning and told me he had a dream about Bob the night before.
Going with my theory, that is a little weird.
He said that Bob and I were together talking about the boys summer haircuts that Mike had given them and how much he liked them. Bob didn't say anything to Mike in the dream, no thanking him for helping to raise his boys or any encouraging words. Apparently Bob and I simply hung out on the back porch and watched the boys and their short hair run around for a while.
Rude. I thought to myself, but maybe I'm just bitter that Bob seems to be visiting everyone else in their dreams but me.
"He seemed very happy with the hair cuts, I think the fact that he's happy with what we're doing was implied," Mike said.
Very generous of Mike I think.
Well, if Bob visits anyone else out there in their dreams be sure and send him my way. I wouldn't mind if he came by and said HI.
Thanks for checking in-