Spooky dream about Mom

[vaneramos]

I dreamt of a brief visitation from Mom. She was beautiful as she was in middle age before cancer struck. I realized she was dead and had something to tell me. I had a tape recorder in my hands so I turned it on. She said two sentences, ending with something like, "They are going to Dundas today." Then I woke up, realized the tape recorder was unreal, and I had been too busy turning it on to hear what she said.

I have only two connections with the town of Dundas, both related somehow to the time of Mom's death. My fabric artist friend Lorraine Roy lives there. Just before Mom died she gave me some money. I used some of it to buy Lorraine's piece, Burning Bush 8. I had hoped to show it to Mom, but she died before I could.

Also at the time of Mom's death I was working on the large pipe organ at St. James Anglican Church in Dundas. Mom died in February 2008 as we were finishing the work and it was first played at Easter that year.

I had not consciously made the Dundas connection before, but it makes me wonder what Mom was trying to tell me; or rather, what I am trying to tell myself.

Comments

[changeling72.livejournal.com]

Fascinating. I guess if it's that important she/the dream will come back to you.

[vaneramos.livejournal.com]

I think this was about (what else?) letting go. Of disappointment, in particular.

[vaneramos.livejournal.com]

That, and paying more attention.

[justapostcard.livejournal.com]

"it makes me wonder what Mom was trying to tell me; or rather, what I am trying to tell myself."

I like thinking about this -- both ways.

[vaneramos.livejournal.com]

One of the things I like about dreams is the questions they raise!

[queenmomcat.livejournal.com]

A wish that she could have seen the piece and heard the organ? (her wish or yours, I'm not committing myself to which) I'd be that there's always that sense of unfinished threads when someone dies--the living go on doing things begun when their relative was alive that the relative was interested in.

[queenmomcat.livejournal.com]

I'd bet. Stupid hyperactive typing.

[vaneramos.livejournal.com]

Yesterday I landed another freelance assignment. I am disappointed that Mom did not live to see me start getting things published again. So far they are turning out to be food stories that she would have enjoyed reading very much. So yes, this relates to unfinished threads.

[e-musings.livejournal.com]

Whenever I dream about my dead relatives or friend, Karen (who I miss daily still and it's been 16 years), I feel like it is a visit from them. Works for me to think of it this way. I still remember a vivid dream I had about my dad after he died-he came to my house, and we went driving, had a great time.

[vaneramos.livejournal.com]

I like to think of it that way, too, at least with respect to Mom. Objectivity is useless here.