Thanks to all of you for sharing your dreams, particularly Shun and HB. I must say I'm surprised too that the thread lay idle for so long until it was revived. But I suppose early 2016 was a very upsetting and confusing time for so many of us.
I'm going to post a dream that I had just at the end of January 2016. I have shared it privately with some members of the Border but I was in a very bad place then and wasn't ready to post it generally just then. Putting it into context, for me Glenn
's death came as a very unexpected and awful shock. Some false posting on FB had led people to believe that he was recovering and doing well, and when I got the news it just hit me where it hurt hardest. Reading accounts of how/why he had died was even more upsetting. My apetite was gone, and every time I closed my eyes to sleep I had visions of him in a hospital bed ill and in pain. I was resorting to sedatives and more alcohol than was wise just to try to numb the emotional pain and get me through the day. Then my Mom was admitted into hospital which meant that someone had to look after my Dad who was in the advanced stages of Alzheimers. I took a week off from work and was overnighting in my parents house some evenings as he couldn't be left alone for any length of time.
So this particular Friday night (think it was the 29th January) Dad didn't go to bed until 2 am so I had to stay up till then. As I was in charge of him I decided I would be better not to take any sleeping tablets in case I would not hear if he got up and went to sleep in my old bedroom.
The following morning when I woke up I realised that I had been dreaming about Glenn
all night. This was the first time I had dreamed about him since he had died. I was walking along a street near my home and he was walking along beside me, dressed in a suit. He looked relaxed and happy and there was no evidence of pain or suffering in his face. We weren't holding hands or anything but he was at my side. He said to me 'Tell Cindy I want her to finish the book' - Was this a reference to the autobiography he was rumoured to have been writing? He also had a cd in his hand. He didn't say so but it seemed implicit that it was new unpublished songs.
After that I woke up. The sun was streaming in the window and for some reason there was a very unique peaceful feeling in my bedroom. Almost like a spiritual presence. Its like he was THERE with me for that short while. I think to this day he was in some spiritual way. And it made me think that yes, he was ok. And I started to feel a tiny bit better for the first time.