In My Dreams...
Tears flowed freely down my face today. I'm driving home from work and have a memory of my father. Or was it a dream. Or was it a visit. My father used to visit me - when I was awake or when I was asleep. It was not a dream. I would dream of my father - a character in my dream. I would say, "I had a dream about my father last night". The dreams were clearly dreams. Then there were the visits. He would visit my in that space where I was not asleep and not awake but conscious. I could still register the goings on around me but I wanted to be unconscious and that's where he would be. Shortly after he left the Earth, I would feel him close. He was very close. He was still tethered to me or life or something. I could feel his presence, almost at will. I would feel the surge of energy and of love. The electricity of a life that was so connected to mine would flow, the force whose life was the cause of mine. That feeling came today in the mindspace when you'r