I’ve never posted in the Sleep & Dreams forum before, but I had a pretty significant experience yesterday. One of my best friends shared a dream with me this morning that really has me thinking.
Our son has been gone three years in May. Yesterday I was cleaning the closet and pulled down a plastic bin from my husband’s top shelf. Stuck between the bin and the wall was an empty photo album with a few pictures and school papers in the front slip that I must have put there a couple of years ago. I had no idea why it was there. There were two drawings from my son, ages 7-8, along with some very sweet school writings.
When I found them, I thought, “Wow, how could I lose these treasures? How could I forget about them?”
Meanwhile, I was also going through old costume jewelry of my mom’s, which was in Ziplock bags. (She died in 2011.) I was planning to donate the jewelry; thus, the bin.
Needless to say, it was a pretty emotional day.
I woke up this morning to a text from my dear friend, who has never had a dream about me before. She said that in her dream, we were at a house by the beach. I had wanted to write to my son, Adam, and I was sitting at the bottom of the wooden stairs. She said I’d written a pretty thick stack of loose-leaf papers and put them in a Ziplock bag near the rocks on the beach with the plan that they would be carried to Adam. However, people kept picking up the bag and moving it to a safe place, thinking it was a forgotten treasure. It eventually made its way back to the house that we were at.
“I barely ever remember dreams,” my friend said.
My friend had NO idea about the paper treasures I’d found the day before.
It just has me thinking …
