Dreams.....for Real?

I don't dream. period. I lay down my head, go to sleep and remember nothing until morning. It has been like that always. No nightmares, no knights in shining armour - nothing. Or at least, if I have, I don't ever recall them.

So what is with the dreams?? And why am I having them now? And why is my husband always in them in one way or another?? Thank God it's not every night....but at least once a week since last October I have been dreaming and I actually remember them. Sometimes they make complete sense and I recognize everyone and everything that is happening in them. And they are so REAL.  Other times they make absolutely no sense at all - or so it seems.

I have been hoping, ever since that terrible night last September, that he would connect with me in some way. Damn - I wouldn't even be afraid if he appeared to me. I just want to see him, talk to him. Somehow to know that it's not OVER for good. I just want to know that he isn't lonely or frightened. I want to know so many things - things that those of us that are left behind sadly will never know...sigh...until our time comes.

Maybe, just maybe, the dreams are his way of contacting me. He always knew that I never dreamed. We would laugh about how HIS nightmares would keep us both up at night. He had some terrible ones. They were always about people chasing him to do him some kind of harm. He was always trying to get away....and he finally succeeded.

So what to make of these dreams. Do I try to figure them out or just enjoy the times that we are spending together in my mind while I sleep..