He Is With Me

Last night in my dreams, my love came to me. First he called me on the phone to tell me that he was not dead. He told me that he had only pretended to be dead. I was so surprised and grateful that he was not dead that I did not get angry. As part of the dream, I had been trying to go somewhere on a plane and I could not go there. That's when I got the call from my love. I really could not understand why he would have done such a thing, but it all seemed so real to me. When I woke up, I was amazed at how real the dream had been. Finally, I fell asleep again. The dream continued on and that never happens in my dreams. In the dream, I got to hold his hand and I cried and cried. He told me that no one can hurt me. While my love was still alive, my strongest memory was of holding his hand and tracing my face with his fingers. This is a bitter sweet memory for me and last night's dream was bitter sweet as well. Soon after my love died, I had an even stronger dream. My love came to me in the dream. I was so happy to see him, but I understood that he was dead. I was quick to understand that this was not going to last so I asked him how long he was going to stay with me. He told me he would be staying for only three days. I was so happy in my dream to get three days! There is a song on the radio about having "one more day." Of course the song makes me cry when I hear it because the singer says that having one more day would only make him want one more day. So many people this week were left without one more day with the ones they love.