When dreams bring the past back.

Last week, I had a dream that caught me off guard. In the dream, Pam came to me. She was wearing a white top with white shorts, and she looked just like she does now. I don’t remember where we were, but I heard her voice loud and clear — so clear that it startled me and woke me up immediately.

I haven’t told anyone about this dream, not even my family. But it stayed with me.

Dreams have a way of doing that — they can bring people from our past right back into our hearts and minds, even when we’ve already closed the chapter in real life. Sometimes, I think dreams aren’t really about the people themselves, but about the memories and lessons we still carry with us. They remind us of the joy, the hurt, the learning, and the growth that those relationships gave us.

For me, this dream reminded me that friendships, even the ones that don’t last forever, still leave their mark. They help shape who we are, and they leave behind lessons and memories that can resurface when we least expect it.

Waking up from that dream, I felt both surprised and reflective. Even though that chapter has ended, I realize now that it’s okay for the memories to come back sometimes. They’re part of my story, part of what made me who I am today.

Even without eyes, I see and hear so much through my dreams, my spirit, and my inner world. I’m still seeing in the dark. 🌟

 

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