posted on Sep, 16 2014 @ 09:20 PM
After my father in law passed, my husband was worried that his Dad had been upset with him just before he died. There had been some family drama with
his siblings and my husband was concerned that 'Pop' held him responsible.
Throughout my life, I've had some 'unearthly' encounters, but not so much my husband, so I thought I'd try to 'get an answer' to his worries.
One evening I meditated on his questions before going to sleep, trying to 'reach out' to Pop.......
That night, I dreamed that I was in a forest of trees planted in perfect rows, and as I walked along a path I came upon one of my horses that had died
a year or so earlier, then in the distance I heard a barking dog....as he got closer, I realized it was another long dead pet. I had just started to
say something about this being the land of lost pets, when my father in law walked up. (The dog had belonged to him for a short time, but we had taken
him when he could no longer keep him...and Pop would come visit him at our house, always saying the dog was still his.)
My father in law had always been a gardener, but had only a tiny backyard to work in, and in his last years he'd moved to a home where he had only
patio containers.....in my dream he led me to a greenhouse where he showed me fantastic vines and bushes with huge fruits and flowers....He was
literally beaming and laughed at my amazement.
He then led me down a hall with several doors, opening one and telling me it was his favorite....when he stepped thru the doorway, I could see beyond
him....The door had opened onto the deck of a sailing ship that was rushing across the open water!
He walked forward to a young woman sitting at the front, with the wind blowing her hair. He put his arm around her (his wife had passed a year
earlier), and as the door closed, I realized that his hair was jet black, as it had been when he was young, but as I had only seen in old photos. When
the door closed, I woke up.
I could hardly wait to tell my husband this fantastic dream... he was still somewhat the skeptic, but he did tell me that his dad, who'd been in the
Navy in WWII, had often talked about wanting a sail boat, but lived too far from the ocean for that to be possible....something I had not known he
wanted to do.
Perhaps it was only a dream, one I managed to have simply because I wanted my husband to feel better, but I rarely manage to dream about something
just because I 'want to'.......I really feel like I was given a glimpse of Pop's personal 'heaven'......filled with the things he'd loved while
he was alive.