Thanks for the visit

Dear Dan,

Thanks for stopping by this morning. As always, your visits are too short.

The funny thing about dreams is the consistency/inconsistency factor. In the last dream like this, you moved to Japan. In this one you had moved to Italy and had to go back before someone or something caught up with you. I had the sense that whatever it was had something to do with why you committed suicide. Or in the context of the dream, why you faked your death.

Oh, and by the way Fred, Nan and I will be discussing with you why you were in on the faked death thing and didn’t let us know. Saving us the grief would have been the brotherly thing to do for both you and Dan. Just sayin’.

Dan and I already had the discussion, but I have a few more thoughts on the matter.

So back to you, Dan. I don’t really see you living in Italy. France … maybe. Visiting Italy definitely, but not living there.

I asked you, if you could live anywhere in the world, where would you choose? You said you wouldn’t choose anywhere but here. I’m not quite sure where the “here” was, but I think it was this town. We both know you wouldn’t choose this town. You liked it and all, however you didn’t want to live here anymore.

“Here” might have been this state or this country, but then there was something about Canadian police and since they don’t have jurisdiction here …

And I’m not sure what kind of animal Diana had there, but I’m not looking after a wild animal. Plus, Diana honey, I understand you want to knit that sweater so it’s warm, but if just do a tiny alteration with your gauge, the sweater won’t be stiff as cardboard. Knitting for charity doesn’t mean we forget the basics. I also think we need a nice wool/acrylic blend instead of all acrylic. There’s a lovely local yarn shop in your town that carries just the thing for your project. Trust me. Kim will take care of you.

So I’ll just put all the really odd bits down to the vagaries of dreams, shall I?

I love and miss you, bro. Please stop by again soon.

This one was upsetting

Dear Dan,

The dream wound around the way dreams do, but the upshot was that you needed $22,000 for a plane ticket to Australia. You were taking a job there. Yes, that’s way over the real amount of a plane ticket to Oz, but this was a dream, remember?

So I’m scrambling trying to figure out how to get the money together for you. Suddenly, I stopped, turned and looked at you.  I said, “This means I’m never going to see you again, doesn’t it?” You just stood there, but acknowledging what I said. I hugged you and said “But I need you in my life.” You hugged me back and said we would think of something.

I woke up crying. It felt like you were saying you wouldn’t be allowed to even occasionally visit in my dreams. It felt like I was losing you all over again. I don’t want to hold you back, but please don’t leave me. Unless you absolutely have to.

Sooo not a good way of starting a day — sobbing.

I still love and miss you, bro.

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