I was in an industrial building that had rooms. Everyone was there. I had my 2 year old son on my hip the whole dream. I remember being mad. My half Brother I have never met, was arranging Dads visitation and funeral. I was mad because I was never asked to be involved. He had set up tables around the sides of the room. They had pictures and things that had held a close memory to him. There wasnt very much on the table so I added to it with the things I had. When we were all done they were bringing my Dad in. I was so angry I thought he had been cremated to years a go….how is his body whole?? Of course in my dream I wasnt thinking about it being two years since he had passed….But anyways…. I walked over to him. He was inside a deep plain wooden box. No make up…He was all contorted and laying lifeless.I remember his feet being abnormally small.
From out of no where My 5 year old boy jumps up and rubs his head….I was worried for a moment. Then we walked away… I was standing from the other side of the room watching people as they look. Then there was a commotion. My Dad had stood up. When he stood up he did not look the same. He was a younger model of himself from his 30′s. I could hear my step Mom say, how could this be?! I yelled out Dad! He looked at me and called out my name and held out his arms. We both met each other in the middle for a hug. I remember feeling his back, thinking I would find a bony back. I found nothing. I was all better. He was renewed. At that time when I was hugging him, I never let go. unfortunately I woke up. Crying and upset. I tried to go back to sleep so I could hug him more and possibly talk with him…. But I couldnt.
