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When some people have visits from their dead relatives in dreams, it's a comforting, reassuring thing.
When I get a visit from my dead father in a dream, I PUNCH HIM IN THE FACE for lying to me and forcing my mother to lie to me about being dead all these years. And warn him to stay at greater than arm's length from me or I'd do it again.
It was only a part of the dream, which had something to do with a craft fair and consulting four gods who were cosplaying characters from something that was like, but unlike, new Doctor Who and Torchwood, and it had subplots that I wasn't privy to, because the head god kept looking back at the door they'd come through (which led to the restrooms) and was very nervous about something, and when a woman walked into the door, she came out again really quickly and very scared and I knew that obviously there was something Very Very Wrong there. But didn't investigate because, well, DON'T COME NEAR ME OR I WILL PUNCH YOU IN THE FACE.
When I get a visit from my dead father in a dream, I PUNCH HIM IN THE FACE for lying to me and forcing my mother to lie to me about being dead all these years. And warn him to stay at greater than arm's length from me or I'd do it again.
It was only a part of the dream, which had something to do with a craft fair and consulting four gods who were cosplaying characters from something that was like, but unlike, new Doctor Who and Torchwood, and it had subplots that I wasn't privy to, because the head god kept looking back at the door they'd come through (which led to the restrooms) and was very nervous about something, and when a woman walked into the door, she came out again really quickly and very scared and I knew that obviously there was something Very Very Wrong there. But didn't investigate because, well, DON'T COME NEAR ME OR I WILL PUNCH YOU IN THE FACE.
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I've had a few other dreams about my dad, but the two I remember were from shortly after his death. One was a nightmare that took elements from Death Becomes Her and featured my dad's body as grotesquely misshapen and hopping up and down* and affected me so badly that I slept with the lights on for two weeks.**
The other one occurred a couple of weeks after his death and featured me going through the drawer of the bedside table where he kept a manila folder that had our family tree in it. I found that, then a leather bomber jacket (Dad never had one, but his dad was a pro pilot and an instructor during WWII), and then an envelope that had a message scrawled on it: "The rest of the world goes on, just not me."
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* Somewhat like the result of one of the demons in Hughart's third book, Eight Skilled Gentlemen, come to think of it. I'm fairly sure I didn't know of the existence of that book at the time, but I can't be sure.
** And subsequently led to the aborting of a potential friendship when I was supposed to go the movies with a group and this person suggested Death Becomes Her and I refused, explaining why I never wanted to see that movie again, and she pooh-poohed me. I dropped *that* potential friendship RIGHT THERE.
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Haunted
My mother still lives,
wandering through my mind
as she wandered through her house
with an unsteady gait,
straggling gray hair and whiskers
and the odor of incontinence.
I dream that she is alive, and
in the dream I try to tell
my father.
She's not dead. She's here with us.
She's still criticizing us,
still talking to those voices
that we could never hear.
I saw her lying in the casket
out of the corner of my eye.
I could not look at her full on.
I sat with my father and brother
and her brother, sister-in-law,
niece and nephew in the limousine.
The oncoming cars pulled off the road
as the procession passed by.
I visited her grave with my father
and chatted with the man
who runs the memorial garden.
But she's not dead.
I wish I could kill her,
because she's not dead.
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Somewhat recently, I dreamed of my beloved grandmother for the first time in years. It was a very realistic dream, but here's the only thing I said: "Grandmom, I just wanted to tell you that I never actually liked orange juice."
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