My usual morning wake up was a little different today, for which I’m not only surprised but grateful to the Universe for this gift. I’ve been feeling pretty low, suffering another bout of depression, and disgusted at the fact that I can’t shift this damned weight I’ve put on for the love of all things unholy, so perhaps that’s why the powers that be sent me a blessing: I dreamt of my beloved Michael.
It was a bit of an odd dream, for the situations didn’t fit anything at present. So let me describe this, for what I can recall.
I know that I was working retail, but I couldn’t tell you what kind of store. I think it was some kind of electronics, because I certainly don’t recall clothing or anything else so everyday. My darling husband wanted to go to the movies after I was done but I’d been pulled for over-time so I told him to go on ahead and I’ll catch up with him when I’m done. I don’t recall my husband walking oddly so his foot wasn’t injured as it was before he died. I gave him a kiss and off he went. The next thing I remember is being off work and driving to the mall where the theatre is. I can remember this mall but damned if I can recall the name. I do believe, as well, that it actually doesn’t exist. I know I’ve seen it but it may have been a past dream. It’s a fairly linear mall, with an adjoining section outside that has a cinema. Next to the cinema on the walkway are a few food vendors. The rest of the mall is two levels, and I remember in the past walking through it. It was when it was closing, and the same situation now. The show was over and Michael wasn’t to be found.
On the other side of the mall was another shopping centre, so I decided to drive over there. This one had a few kiosk stores outside dotted about. For some reason I wound up at the hairdresser kiosk. They were closing up and I went inside and asked if they’d seen my husband. I have no idea why he’d be at this kiosk since he regularly kept his hair short or shaved. The lady was lovely; middle aged, blonde hair tied up in a messy ponytail, and full of mirth. I recall she kept telling jokes, the one that sticks out had something to do with the Virgin Mary. I asked her again about seeing my husband and I heard from the outside, “For the love of god…” and then he came in the back door that I’d used. I ran over to Michael and threw my arms around him, so happy that we’d found each other.
And then I woke up. At least I got to hug him again.
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