Dreams: Why Do We Have Them?

I do not know the answer to why I dream. What I do know is that dreams are sometimes soothing to the soul.

Last night, I dreamed about my beloved who passed away years ago. The dream seemed so real that I woke up feeling melancholy. In the dream, my beloved and I were at home engaged in normal activities. The weather was unstirring. It felt as if summer was slowly approaching. The two oaks that stood parallel in the front yard were motionless. In fact, everything involving nature was stagnant. We were the only creatures with movement. In the house, only two rooms were visible, the kitchen and the bedroom. I was in the kitchen cooking, and the children were playing throughout the two rooms of the house. My beloved was in the bedroom getting dressed and softly singing a song he wrote called, If I Could See the Light. I entered the bedroom to give him my sex then send him off.

The children were still playing in the motionless environment, the food was still cooking in the kitchen, and his song was echoing throughout the rooms.

 I WOKE UP! In my mind, I looked for him, but my reality informed me that he was not here.

He never came home from work. No beloved. My heart was devastated, my mind in chaos, and my soul empty. He was gone. He was gone. I had woken up. 

 (If it’s a little confusing, remember this is my dream)

This dream aroused some sweet memories of my beloved and me, but it also reminded me of the mourning stuck in the core of my soul.  I certainly miss my beloved. 

My dreams are the bridges that link us together from time to time. Perhaps that is why I dream.