People who know me well know that I'm always a tad sentimental - and I believe that dreams connect us with a bigger meaning in ways that other channels cannot.
Last night - on Papa's birthday - I took a nap. In my dream, I woke up from my nap in my old room in our old house. There was a birthday party being held for Pa downstairs. I heard voices only - of Papa, Mama, Sa, and Papa's friends and former students.
All the windows in the four bedrooms were open. It was dark outside and a warm wind blew throughout the house; window curtains (which we never had, we only had blinds) were dancing with the wind.
I stepped into Papa and Mama's room. Papa had covered all the walls with the Christmas and birthday cards and the family photos that they used to store in Mama's bedroom desk. On Mama's bedside table, there was a single candle, glowing beautifully.
Then I heard Papa giving Mama a cheque for $300 downstairs. Then Mama joked that this was the first time he ever gave her a gift - that was not an apple.
It was a nice celebration. I woke up from my nap at 11:03 p.m.
