I have a lot of dreams. I’m not talking about hopes and aspirations, yet I have those too, but I’m talking about the dreams that occur during sleep.

This morning I was woken up by my husband right in the middle of a great dream and I was a little upset to not be able to see what happened next.

But life goes on, maybe it will occur again so I can find out how it ended.

I often wonder what my dreams mean. I’ve had dreams about people I haven’t had contact with in years, yet within the week of my dream usually just a day or two, I hear from that person.

It’s very strange yet wonderful, assuming it’s someone I want to hear from. Ha!

Here’s a recollection of the best dream I ever had. I happened to write it down so I could read it again one day, and I do reread it, probably more often than I should.

I was leaving a restaurant with my family and my mom realized that she left her purse on the back of her chair. We were all in the parking lot so I ran back in to retrieve it for her. When I got to the room, it was different than when we had just been there.

There was a door that lead to a hallway. It was a long dark hallway. Knowing that I had to find my mom's purse and it was the only direction to go, I opened the door and started walking down the hall. 

At the end of the hallway was another door. I opened it. I couldn't believe my eyes. In front of me was a huge park. Everything was lush and green. There were picnic tables and balloons and tons of people.

As I looked around, I soon realized that I knew every person there. The faces were all familiar to me but it took me a few seconds to realize something. All of these people at this huge party were no longer living.

Of course they were all alive and healthy in my dream. They were all the exact age they were when I remembered them during their life.

They were all healthy and happy and having a great time at the party. None of them who passed from illnesses were sick in “this world,” which I was so happy to see.

I spun around to grab the door handle to get the rest of my family who were in the parking lot. I knew my mom would love to see her parents but the door had already shut behind me and it was now locked.

I tried but I couldn't open it. I stood there in amazement that so many people were in one place. They all seemed to know each other too.

I slowly started to walk around the park. It appeared that even though I could see all of them, they couldn’t see me.

It didn't matter though, because I got to see all of my loved ones again. All four of my grandparents were there. My great aunts and great uncles were there. My cousin Jeff was there too. Former teachers, friends and other family members; they were all there.

I stood there just panning the crowd with a huge smile on my face. I wanted to talk to them and find out what happens after well, after a person dies. I didn't get to talk to them but as strange as it may sound, it took away my fear of dying.

I remember waking up from my dream and for the first time in my life, I thought about death in a completely different way. Of course I don't want to die anytime soon, but my belief is that when I die I will see everyone I've lost during the course of my life. It was pretty exciting in a weird way and very comforting.

Granted, I don't know if it's true or not and it really doesn't matter. If I believe it to be true, then it can be my truth and I can hold onto to that, right?

Of course I’m not sure if dreams become reality but sometimes we can find comfort in them, if only for a short time.

I’ve often said that I wish I could go back in time and see people I’ve lost. Thank goodness for dreams.

Jennifer Lague writes from Derry. 

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