Clouds and Dreaming

Three nights ago, I dreamt about the back of my dad’s head.

He and his wife were sitting in the pew in front of me.

Before the service was over, he had disappeared, and she sat in the row behind us.

I ponder again the strangeness of dreams.

Having flying dreams and paralysis dreams and wonder if

all of it is a sort of premonition via sleep.

Can our souls see the future?

Is the dream state really the cross roads where our soul

tries to communicate with our consciousness?
I’ve dreamt of being shot, although in a dream it is hard to tell if you die or not.

I didn’t attend my funeral.

But until lately, I only dreamt of a funeral once at 17, having never been to one.

Before he finally passed I had dreamt about my father dying

at least three times. They were years apart,

but disconcerting nonetheless.

I have never awakened from one not feeling depressed

and like I’d cried for a week.
I have even dreamt of a few close friends passing.

Such dreams just make me wonder if they mean anything.

I guess it’s a little like trying to read clouds for picture messages.

I mean, is that silly?

Don’t tell anyone, but I do that too.