Woke up at 3AM with Steve Ray Vaughan's song "The Sky Is Crying" in my head...Right at the time my husband laid down 6 months ago to die. I was told it took about 2 hours to happen. So at 5AM I fell back asleep and I had the most beautiful dream.
I dream in color all the time.
You know when you see people in your dreams and they look so healthy and good like they were supposed to be all along?
Yeah, that's what Steed looked like. Thin, blonde shoulder length hair dressed in all black. I dreamt that we were sitting on a couch in a coffee house like a brick/loft building. Not a Starbucks. Just talking nothing important.
Some people were causing a scene and I went back to the counter asking for my bagel and cream cheese and coffee as if it had been forgotten.
"No, it will be right out..." I was told.
Then we walked into a church that used banquet chairs instead of pews. I thought I saw Steed's old friend Al Pesto in the back.
I asked Steed "Isn't that Al?"
He didn't seem to think so or maybe he didn't look.
We sat down and someone that looked like Kevin Federline came up to Steed and said "time to go" and took his hand he floated up to the ceiling. I tried to go with him, but he let go of me.
It was like those scenes in a movie that the people in the photo are fading away?
I floated back to the floor and cried on the church chair seat as the preacher waited for me to sit in the chair. Like everyone else.
Then I woke up to another song in my head that I have now forgotten.
PS- I thought I lost the last photo of us on my phone and I had no recollection of 'deleting' it until I went to my recently deleted and recovered it. Whew.
PPS - I never got my bagel or coffee
PPS- Nor have found my Nashville photo scan disc