Being with my Father February 3, 1997
There was not much to explain in this dream because it was just like an ordinary day, something that happened all the time for me.
I was with a man whom I recognized but could not identify. I felt a great deal of love for him, a feeling of deep friendship. This man was a different nationality than me, he had such a baby face, which seems important to mention. Also in this dream I seem to remember seeing my daughter Rheann always being present, but never participating in the dream, just a presence. I spent a great deal of time with this man, although I cannot really say what we did. We just talked a lot, spent time at coffee shops, walked and just enjoyed each others company.
What seemed so important to me after writing it down is the level of comfort I felt being with him. There was an ease between us I have not found elsewhere in my life, except perhaps when I’m with animals. It was refreshing to realize I was not uncomfortable with myself when in his presence, it just never occurred to me I should be anything other than who I am. A very peaceful feeling waking up and knowing this is possible for me.
On re-writing this story something lingers on the edge of my subconscious. Was it really my daughter ever present in the background…or me as a child? The persistent memory of spending precious time with the man who was my father gives me so much comfort. It makes sense I was being given this shared experience with him as an adult while being made aware of myself at the age I would have been during the very short period of time I knew him.
When this degree of comfort re-enters my life to stay, I will have finally found my home.
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