I’ve have two dreams of Janet, and I can’t wait to have another.
In the first one she comes through a door and says, “I’m here.” Her hair was dark, and she looked like she hadn’t been through the ravages of cancer.
The shock of seeing her woke me up, even though it was a wondrously happy dream. A few days later I had another one. She looked like she did in the first dream, her hair not streaked by gray hair and her face young and fresh. I kept telling her she didn’t have wrinkles anymore. Her body went from being like it was when she was young to being how it looked after the double mastectomy and recovery. I thought she looked adorable, cute as a speckled pup.
Also in the second dream we were hosting a block party for our neighborhood. Oddly enough, all the guests were not anyone we knew. But it was obviously we were entertaining young people may not have had this much fun before. Before I knew it, a DJ was lowered from a helicopter. He congratulated us for having the best block party in his radio station’s contest and gave us several thousand dollars.
Without talking to Janet, I realized she had arranged for the party and knew the radio station was having the contest. I also knew she had done the whole thing to win the money so she could give it to our new neighborhood. This didn’t surprise me in the least bit because she had been a probation officer for thirty years and she loved helping out all kinds of people who were in trouble. She understood the importance of helping families with children before they got entangled in the judicial system.
I was overwhelmed by having Janet back and knowing she not only came back for me but also to continue helping the people she had helped all her life. I broke down into tears I was so happy. But when I woke up I knew I still hadn’t cried, but I was very very happy. Who knew she could perform magic?
I wonder what she’ll do in my next dream?