Monday, April 18, 2011

Dream Encounters

My brother sent me an email...


I had a dream about Robb last night. It was very short. I don't know what to make of it, if anything. But I wanted to tell you.


In my dream...


I was in the concourse area of a large stadium crowded with people. I was just walking aimlessly, and suddenly the crowd parted and Robb was there with his back turned to me. He turned toward me.


He was wearing a red button down short sleeve shirt, and shorts.

He had lost weight, but looked very healthy.

He just stood in place and smiled at me.

I didn't run to him, but I certainly had a purpose in my walk toward him now.

We had a strong, fierce hug.

Then he leaned back out of the hug, still holding my shoulders,

and looked me in the eyes.


"Is she ok?"


"Yeah," I said.


Then I woke up, with tears in my eyes.


There is so much to love about this… it's so very easy to imagine. Robb wouldn't need to use my name with my brother. "Is she okay?" They would both implicitly know who 'she' is.


And, the crazy thing, Robb was wearing the same clothes in a dream I had of him a few weeks ago.


Last night, I dreamt of him again. We didn't talk very much, and I didn't ever look directly at him. But I knew he was there. It's like we were walking alongside one another, strolling and chatting. We ate chips and guacamole (we tend to eat mexican food on our dream dates).


He showed me his new home: spacious and palatial. And I just remember saying, again and again, "I can't believe this is yours! I can't believe this is yours!"


I don't know how dreams work. I don't know what they mean; I'm not an analyst.


But I like to hope he has the same memory this morning.

11 comments:

Marsha said...

That is so beautiful. I think of all the loved ones that have passed, and every one of them have appeared in my dreams. I too don't know what it means, but it's lovely and a gift.

You are held up in prayer and love.

Marsha Olsen

my3boys said...

What a blessing these dreams are. I hope your boys have them too.

Polly said...

Somehow I bet that if you get the chance to look closely at Robb's red shirt next time, you'll see that familiar Ohio State logo.

Actually, I'll just hope and pray to get my own dream of him soon - and then I'll check it out for myself.

jenny winstead said...

i cry everytime i read a post of yours! i wish i could hug your neck.

Julie said...

I had tears when I read this...but not tears of pain this time. It was like a Peace when I read it. That Faith we share, so powerful, re-assuring.

Dayle said...

My hubby and I are old acquaintenances of both your & Robb's parents from The Chapel. We had the privilege of attending your wedding and reception celebration.
Just now I have signed onto your blog to share one beautiful memory I have always carried in my heart about your wedding day. I have shared it often with others over the years.
Each time folks clinked silver to goblet rim, clamoring for yet another impromptu newlywed kiss, Robb's eyes would roam quickly but carefully among the guests until he located you. He would stride forward with single-minded purpose, and with the most tender delicate touch, take your face in both his hands to kiss you sweetly -- an affirmation indeed, that you were his most precious possession on earth.
Thank you for sharing the dream your brother had. I too can imagine him asking about you straight away.
May God bless you and your boys and keep you safely in the palm of His hand.

Penny said...

My grandmother said my PoppaDad came to her bed at night to "check on her." I never doubted her, though others did. True love never dies, it just transcends. :)

Jan said...

Tricia, I had 2 or 3 dreams while I was still pregnant. Meg's Dad would come to see me, make sure I was doing O.k., talk awhile and then I would wake up! Very difficult because the dreams seemed so real and I was very dissapointed to find out it was only a dream, but I didn't want to give them up either. I think it was the Holy Spirit, maybe I'm way off, but Jesus said He would send us a comforter! My last dream where Kent came back was after Meghan was born. The three of us sat on our bed, the sun was shining in the window, he was able to hold her and we laughed & talked. Before the dream ended, he told me he wouldn't be coming back anymore and that I would be o.k. I really cried when I woke up but I knew it was going to be alright. Sorta. Yea, it was hard. I'm still praying for you and your family. Found a journal the other day, from 1992, Meg spent a weekend with you and your family when Frank & I attended one of The Chapel's Marriage Enjoyment Weekends! You guys were pretty young then! I'll keep praying.
Jan Margida

Jan said...

Rusty on my spelling! Sorry, JKM

Noel said...

So jealous. I don't dream of my husband often. I think maybe only 3 times in a year and a half. Chips and guac, huh? That's awesome.

gluten free girl in a pasta world said...

I love that the Lord is giving you dreams of Robb....little glimpses. He loves you, this I know.