Another dream

When I woke, I felt as if I’d had a restless night.  Then, I remembered the dream.  John wasn’t in this dream… just a good friend and co-worker of his.

In the dream I saw a person, who had been a great friend of John’s.  I’d been in contact with him quite frequently when John was sick, but I haven’t seen or heard from him for a few years.  Haven’t seen much of anybody since John died.

In the dream, I see John’s friend across a crowded event outdoors.  I see him and get a big smile on my face because it’s been years and I’m just so glad to see him.  Our eyes lock.  I make my way closer and when I’m up to him, I’m grinning from ear to ear.  I reach out to give him a hug… it’s been so long and I’m just very glad to see him.  I’m really looking forward to catching up.  Then as I reach out to hug him, he pushes me… not only away, but down.  I end up on the ground and he disappears without a glance back.

And that’s the dream.  Pushed away… rejected… no wonder I woke up feeling like I’d gotten no sleep.