My Parents Alone June 21, 2003
I went somewhere through the night once again, leaving my body. When I came back I was very stiff and cold even though it was not cold in the room. It took a few minutes to remember where I was, who I was, and who Patrick was. That was something new, to have that experience of being unaware of my surroundings upon return.
Whether what I recalled was a dream or an actual experience while out of my body, I really am not sure. The lingering feeling was I had traveled back in time and experienced these few minutes of my life over again. There is such a strong connection to the people and the experience of that time and place.
What I saw was a mother and father sitting on a loveseat when their child came into the room. She was two or three years old, her long blond hair pulled back in a ponytail. There was enough red in it to suggest it would turn auburn (like her Mother) when she grew up.
I was reminded of Patrick and myself when I looked at this couple, but it was not us, just a familiar moment we could have experienced. The man had a darker complexion, dark hair and dark eyes. The woman had auburn hair, fair skin. The girl was quite upset because she’d had a bad dream. The dream had upset her so much she was having trouble remembering what it was about, and this frustrated her. After a few unsuccessful attempts to jog her memory, her mother told her not to be upset, that if she could just let it go it may come back to her.
That was all I remember, but I am struck by how often I have seen these people come into my dreams. I understand I know them but cannot place them, much like the child trying to remember her dream. This frustrates me.
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