Dream a Little Dream of Me.

[swestrup]

Last night I dreamt of meeting the ghost of denizsarikaya. There were a bunch of us all gathered together in a church for some sort of memorial service. I don't remember the details except that it was more a solemn occasion than a sad one. Suddenly she appeared to me, translucent and slightly luminous. I drew her in for a hug and a kiss and as I had my arms around her I was simultaneously aware of the feel of her against me and the fact that my arms were empty. I told her I missed her and she said she missed all of us, and that she was going to say hi to as many as she could in the short time she had, especially her father who was there as well. She said it was only appropriate as it was father's day.

Then she was gone and in the dream I was looking around, wondering if I had been acting it out, hugging nothing and talking to thin air, or if it had all happened inside my head. I simply knew that no one else had seen her at the same time I had, and I looked around at my friends, some of whom had surprised or concerned looks and wondered which of them she had already visited, and who she was talking to right now. Then I woke up.

Its not really too surprising that she appeared in a dream. I've been thinking of her a lot lately, as I do this time of year.

Comments

[rehenazelreyhan.livejournal.com]

I just read back to get context of this entry. I am speechless.

Your entry clarifying things was clearly the writing of someone who cared very much for this special person.

Your dream is important, and it was important that you recorded it.

You must have been a good, dear friend to her.

Peace to you, today.

[hendrikboom.livejournal.com]

I met her twice. I miss her too.

Yeah. She was that kind of person.

I've only met you once.

[rehenazelreyhan.livejournal.com]

I find this story very sad. Your dear friend was loved, I suspect, more than she realized.

She was blessed to have people in her life that took notice of her, and cared, to such a degree. How beautiful it is that you all hold her in your heart so faithfully.

And I would like to meet you again...though I am aware that I was neglectful of the last invitation you gave me, that is, for the movie night at your home some months ago. I felt somehow that I forfeited when I did not come out as I had wished to. I hope that I can remedy that, soon, somehow, perhaps if and when there is some sort of Meet that is more central, perhaps downtown...

[hendrikboom.livejournal.com]

I felt somehow that I forfeited when I did not come out as I had wished to. The invitation remains open. Just call first to make sure it's happening on any particular Friday.

-- hendrik

[swestrup]

Yes she was very special. Alas, as in so many things, I didn't realize quite HOW special until she was gone.

[jdhobbes.livejournal.com]

I still can't believe she's really gone. I sometimes catch myself wondering how she's doing, and then catch myself in the next second.

I'm glad you had your moment. Just because it was a dream doesn't mean that she wasn't there.

[sillermoon.livejournal.com]

Thanks for sharing this. I only got to meet her once, but she was so full of life and possibilities always. It made her death such a shock. Not sure what it is about her, but I still tear up thinking about her being gone.

[designergirl.livejournal.com]

I honestly believe that people (and pets) who have passed away can come to us in dreams! She must have known you were thinking about her. :)