I woke up this morning feeling very happy, because I had just taken a trip to Yosemite National Park. Unfortunately, it was a dream, but I felt good having dreamt about it.
My family went to Yosemite at least once a year throughout my childhood, and even after we all grew up, my parents and their children and grandchildren visited Yosemite. We all called Yosemite our home away from home. It wasn’t just a place we went. Yosemite is engrained into us and (silly as it may sound) became part of each of us. My husband and I moved away from California 18 years ago, so I haven’t been to Yosemite since. I miss it.
So, you can understand why the dream made me happy. Throughout my life, I have not remembered too many of my dreams, but once in a while truly meaningful dreams have stuck with me and became memories, almost as though they were real.
I adored my grandmother. She died in the 1980’s, and I miss her still. For the first few years following her death, she would come and visit me in my dreams two or three times a year. They were such real dreams. We had a very large family (my mother was one of nine kids) and held many family gatherings. In my dreams, my grandmother would join us at one of these events. Strangely enough, in the dream, we all knew that she was dead and would not be able to stay. However, we also knew she would return again. So I always woke up from these dreams feeling as though I had a wonderful visit with my “Booba” (Yiddish for grandmother).
After a few years, she came to “visit” less and less often, and now she no longer comes to me in my dreams. Since that time, I have lost several other very close relatives – my two favorite aunts with whom I was very close; my father; my mother; and the most difficult loss, my sister who was my best friend.
In the paragraph above, the people I named died in the order I mentioned them. So the most recent was my sister who died in 2007, and I feel like it was yesterday.
Of all these relatives who I loved so much, only once have I dreamed about any of them. In one dream last year, I was at a big family dinner. My father was in attendance, but in the dream, I just saw him. He didn’t speak to me, and I don’t remember him speaking at all during the brief dream.
I am not a religious person. I am Jewish and proud to be, but I don’t really practice it. I know that many people who write here are devout Christians, so you likely will see my dreams differently than I. To me, my memories and dreams are not faith based.
I have, on numerous occasions, right before bed “spoken” to my sister, asking her to come visit me in my dreams. I have done so with my parents as well. As I said, my father “appeared” in one dream, but otherwise, none of my loved ones have come to visit me. I believe that if they did, it would bring me peace and happiness. I am not unhappy now, but their visits would make me temporarily joyful.
I would love to hear about some of your dreams. Have any of you had dreams like I have where a lost loved one has come to visit you?