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.