I needed to sleep before going back to work. If I was lucky I would get four hours. At some point I did fall asleep. I woke up two hours later, sweating. Mouth dry. The nightmare was fresh in my mind. I knew I needed to write it down before it disappeared from my memory the way unforgettable dreams are always forgotten.
I was inside a bar with my old childhood friend, Danny, and my date — a mysterious red head. She was beautiful with long, curly, fiery red hair, a pale complexion and green eyes. She wore a black skirt and black leather coat.
We were about to leave the bar. She said she needed to use the restroom. We told her we would wait right outside.
When we stepped outside, Dan and I were on the sidewalk on the street where we grew up. We were right in front of the old Charmante house, but when I looked back all I could see was a wall of mist in front of the house. I said, “I really like this girl.”
“About her,” he said. “I told her this already –that you really liked her? And she said, ‘If he wants to keep me he’s going to have to do a whole lot more for me than he has done so far.'”
I didn’t ask, but I knew it meant money –that she wanted me to spend more money on her. I have the feeling it was a second or third date. “I have to work tonight,” I told Danny. “If I can get the night off, want to hang out?”
“Yeah, sure,” he said.
She came out of the mist, and walked toward us as I was calling into work.
Danny started walking south down the street toward his house. The red head was between us. Closer to me, maybe a house a way. She had stopped walking. I had my phone to my ear, and held up a finger to her –telling her to give me a minute.
Danny was a shadow of a man standing in front of his old driveway.
It was my mother-in-law who answered the phone. All she said was, “Happy Birthday, Phil!”
I pulled my phone away from my ear to see if some how I had misdialed.
The screen was blank. I said, “Hey, Mom! Did you call me?”
Down the street the mist spread. It was like a billowy blanket across anything and everything. A blue light behind it. I could barely make out Danny, or the woman.
I remember thinking, where is she –my mother-in-law.
She answered on the phone. “I’m in heaven.”
It was all she said. She sounded happy. It was like she waited for me to get it.
I looked up just in time to see the mist. I fell to the ground. Everything went dark.
“I miss, you, Mom. I miss, you. I want to come to heaven. I want to be in heaven.” The words were hard to say. My lips could barely move. I suspect I was actually saying them outloud (talking in my sleep). I knew I was dying. I was close to death.
And when I died. There was no bright light.
There was just darkness. And when I realized this, I woke up.
I feel like my mother-in-law had met the mist first. Maybe only moments before the mist reached the rest of us. She was in heaven –taking calls. Welcoming people home.
My call reached her. She was excited.
Happy Birthday –a new beginning? Was I not getting one?
Only when I died, there was darkness. Not the light I felt like I should have seen.
I do not know what happened to Danny, or the red head. There are so many ways I can interpret their presence in my dream. Probably far too personal to detail in a public blog.
I can’t say what the dream meant for sure. But I welcome comments on what YOU think it meant.