Posted by blamethebanjo on Wednesday, April 30, 2008
It is easy to dismiss most dreams we have while asleep.Those idle hours when our minds regenerate mixing together a blend of reality and surrealism.Still processing recent activity while liberally adding seemingly nonsensical words and actions.Other dreams can seem almost real.I have dreampt of troublesome happenings and awaken with a feeling of dread as if it were real.
There has been for me yet another type of dream that is so realistic and clear that it seems as if I had just witnessed the event wide awake in vivid detail.There are three of these in particular I would like to share again with you.At one time or another I have spoken of these experiences but feel those who might have missed that telling may find them of interest.
This year marks ten years since my Dad passed away.He died after having a leg amputated due to diabetes.I was devastated and filled with guilt as I had been the one to give permission for the operation.The alternative was worse,he was slowly loosing healthy tissue to gangreen and infection, this made the surgery seem the only real option.So I agreed with the Doctors and they did their best.
I struggled every day and night with my decision that had turned out to be so far from what I had hoped for.I imagined that Dad blamed me for the outcome knowing full well that this was not the kind of man he was.Some months later this dream,more like a vision in it's clarity, came to me.
I found myself sitting on the couch in our living room watching television that summers day when I heard the familiar sound of gravel crunching beneath tires out in front of the house.Dad always parked there in case someone needed to use the driveway.
I lifted the blinds with my hand just enough to peer out and there besidethe mailbox was Dad's red sedan.Amazingly I saw him get out of the drivers seat and walk toward the front door.I would have known that smile anywhere.I jumped up and opened the door and asked " Dad, what are you doing here?" He said he had just stopped to check on me to make sure I was alright.
I asked him how it was he walked as if nothing was wrong with his leg. He replied "Where I am now, I have a new leg!" He continued smiling for a moment more and I woke up.
Some time back I found myself walkin up grassy hill.The grass was thick and rich as it waved in the gentle breeze. As I neared the top I saw on my left an old tracter.As I came up on it I saw my Dad step out from the other side.Smiling as always there he stood.Again I ask him what he was doing.This time he said" I came to make sure you make it home alright." We walked over the top of the hill together.I woke up feeling as if I had really been with him.
The third dream I mentioned was again very realistic.I knew that I was in Heaven and I was standing there playing a banjo.I could feel and see the wind blowing and the music the banjo was making was made of notes never heard on Earth.As each note sounded a white laser like beam would shoot fom the fretboard.I distinctly remember thinking," I must remember this tune no matter what!" I woke trying hard to remember what I had just heard.The tune remained in Heaven.I have to hear it again! You will love it when I play it for you.You'll love your new banjo too.
rinemb Says:
Thursday, May 1, 2008 @8:32:13 AM
Darrell, You make Heaven sound like a wonderful place. I don't know what to expect when (if) I get there, but I am confident that whatever it is, it will be wonderful. Brad
blamethebanjo Says:
Thursday, May 1, 2008 @8:53:17 AM
You have to be there, Brad. Your admission price has already been payed!
BryanWB Says:
Friday, May 2, 2008 @8:50:12 AM
Larry, I don't know much about dreams or if they foretell the future, but what I do know is that dreams come to one to say that whatever you did in the past is OK. They help you to see that your slate has been wiped clean, so you can look forward, get on with things, and carry on playing the banjo with a smile on your face. Very best wishes to you. Bryan.
BryanWB Says:
Friday, May 2, 2008 @8:51:43 AM
Darrell - ooooooooooops! Why did I call you Larry - I think I'm losing it !!!! Sorry. Bryan
blamethebanjo Says:
Friday, May 2, 2008 @12:23:13 PM
Thanks,Bryan. I believe you are right. Bob Newhart had a series in the eighties/nineties era with three rural brothers whose names were Larry, Darrell and Darrell.Maybe you saw that TV show.Ha Ha ! Anyway, that is fine.
philly Says:
Saturday, May 3, 2008 @2:06:51 AM
My dad has been gone 6 years now and my mom is nearing the end of her life. I have dreamed only a few times where my dad was in the dream but it's as if he never died. In the dreams when I see him, I'm not aware that he is dead. It's as if I traveled back in time. I wish I could dream that my father came back to check on me.
blamethebanjo Says:
Saturday, May 3, 2008 @8:01:54 AM
Phil, Your Dad does keep up with you and watches over you.Maybe your dreams have yet to show you but still he is there.
Darrell.
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