All, right, it’s Halloween, or better put, All Hallow’s Eve, the day the dead walk the earth. So, why wasn’t I expecting a visitation?
I was having a few dreams as I woke up this morning. One of them was a strange happening, and the other was a visitation.
For some reason, I dreamed that I was again working for the company that I last worked for when we lived in Maryland. Now, the first strange thing about this is that the company does not exist anymore. It went out of business before we moved. This was in some part the reason we did move. My wife’s company was moving to Florida, and mine went out of business.
At any rate, I was back working for them after a long absence. When I was there initially, I had been responsible for the computers in the warehouse as my software was used to track product. I remember being on my way to the warehouse to walk through (something I did several times daily back in the old days). I remember being out there, then meeting a group of people that I knew (or had known) that were leaving there for the end of the day. Instead of being dressed for work, they were dressed much better. When I asked why, they told me they were going to a funeral.
The funeral was for someone I used to talk with all the time when I worked there, one of the supervisors in the warehouse. This was a surprise to me. I mean the name was a real name, yet I have not heard from this person since my last day there almost 10 years ago. I have no way of knowing if this is true, or if it is just a warning of something else.
Do I know someone that will not be here much longer? If I do, I could have a few guesses, but do not really want to be thinking into this.
The other dream was a bit more interesting, but connected to the first. I remember getting home from this job back at the old company. The strange part is that home was at my parent’s house. I walked in, said hello to my Dad, then saw that my mother was in the living room. My Dad explained that she had been in the hospital for a while, and had returned home. I was glad to see her, and said hi on my way through to my room. I wanted to change before I sat down and talked with her.
I believe I told her it was good to see her home, and that I would be right back. I got down to my room, and something changed, and I woke up. It was nice of her to stop in and say hi. This time I had realized in the dream that the situation was not real, but I knew she truly was visiting. My guess is that I am so blocked that the only way a spirit can get to me is through dreams. They set up a scenario, and I interact with them through that.
At least this time, my reaction was better. The last time she showed up, I got very angry when I realized things were not in their proper places. I was upset afterwards that I had reacted this way, but that didn’t change the fact that I did. This time, I realized what was happening in the dream, and was looking forward to talking with her.
Of course, I have to wonder if my realization of the facts is what woke me up. At least I got to say hi, and know she was checking up on me.