I was walking in an open area with rows of low-cut greenery. As I’m walking through this beautiful landscape, I feel a sense of anticipation as I look anxiously ahead. I see my beautiful boy and calmly walk towards him as he happily greets me from what looks like a scouting routine he so enjoys. It’s not an overdone greeting, it’s as if he just saw me, but his bright and lively eyes and face look intently at me, his pink tongue slightly hanging out as he lightly pants. I kneel down to hug him tight and pull his body against mine, burying my face into the fur behind his neck, like I always do. I am happy and feel completely at peace. I know he is happy. Not because I’m there, but that he’s happy.
When I awoke, I was content and felt a calm. I didn’t wake up remembering until my Husband appeared and then the serene dream replayed as I shared the seemingly real vision out loud. Before finishing the story I knew I wasn’t going to make it. Thank goodness Hubbs was already turning to leave the room as he said “…that sounds like a happy dream…”
And then the tears tidal-waved in. Happiness turned to that overwhelming and familiar feeling of great loss. For much of the early Sunday morning, I could not shake it…not really wanting to. Regardless of my emotions after the dream, it was a happy Dockers dream…
