Only a few profound dreams - this is one.

[bleuwater]

I can recall a few profound dreams during my 41 years of life...a couple when I was around 5....a few in early 20s.....the one where I dreamed of the Oklahoma City bombing the night before it happened (and told several people about it when I awakened).....and now..

Background: my Godmother, who is also my aunt and person I loved most (second to my 2 children) died suddenly in 2000. I'd named my new baby girl after her and we were at the Christening when she and I were sitting alone in my living room, talking quietly....and she discovered she couldn't lift her arm...went to the doctor next day...cancer throughout...gone within 2 years - at 68. She left a husband, my uncle, behind.

A month ago, my uncle (her husband) is suddenly diagnosed with brain cancer. He died on 9/13.

I handled all of his funeral arrangements...which was yesterday. Came home....went to bed early....woke up at 4am to claps of thunder and lightning...then fell back to sleep - and had this dream:

I am sitting in the corner of a living room of an old farmhouse. It is sparsely furnished. My aunt/godmother, is seated in a big, oversized wingback chair in the opposite corner. She has her feet curled up under her...very comfortable. She is not looking at me and she is not speaking. It is as though she doesn't know I am there. I am silent. Nobody else is there. The house is out in the country somewhere - nothing else around.

I hear the crunchy sound like a car is driving on gravel. I can see 4 men, dressed in black suits, pushing my uncle's casket up the gravel drive way to the farmhouse. The casket is on a wheeled metal thing...just like they had in church in real life to move it up the aisle. The men are very slowly and solemnly pushing it and I can hear the gravel.

My aunt gets up from her chair and slowly walks to the door, past me. It is like she doesn't know I am there. I don't get the feeling that this house is her home....just that it is more like a waiting place. I slowly walk behind her and get close enough to her to put my arms around her from behind----and we walk together. She hold my arms by folding her hands across her chest - and my arms are folded around her...and we are walking, slowly, outside. I am comforting her. She still doesn't speak...neither do I.

When we get outside, I see that the men in black suits are pushing my uncle's casket behind a gate. I know that I am not allowed beyond the gate. I stop walking and let go of my aunt. She keeps walking, slowly....she never turns around. She goes through the gate...I do not see what is on the other side.....I just stand there.

Then I awaken.

I am so shaken by this dream. I miss my uncle...but I miss my aunt even more....so badly that I sometimes cant stand it. Writing this is making me cry.

I don't need my dream interpreted. I just wanted to share it.....

Thank you for reading