I wrote this on September 9th after a conversation with my daughter. 

This morning my daughter woke from a dream, September 9th is the day her dad always thought was her birthday and it's on this day he always called. September 7th is her real birthday, but she would expected his call on the 9th. 

She walked around her kitchen with the phone to her ear, talking to her Dad, her mind trying to grasp why this didn't seem possible, her dad was dead, but yet she was talking to him! Maybe it was a mistake, her Dad wasn't dead, she didn't bury him, and she had a perfect sense of calm.

The dream shifted as she walked into the garage of the house she grew up in and sees him. He was happy, not jaded, not playing the victim, not damaged. Now she hears his voice as if it is her own and looks down and her feet, and sees his. He is wearing a familiar pair of sandals which she describes in detail. She smells motor oil, the smell is intense and overwhelming but in the deep calm of her dream, it all feels ok.

In the telling of her story she is overwhelmed by how strong the feelings are, that she was there, with his spirit around her.

She wants to ask him, does he have a message for her?  



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Comment by Emily Conyngham on January 7, 2013 at 10:14pm

Those are astounding moments, for sure, Jenny, when you're sure you're being messaged.

Comment by Din Mutha on January 7, 2013 at 11:48pm

Lovely. Children have some of the most fantastic dreams...

Comment by James Mark Emmerling on January 10, 2013 at 9:40am

i dunno about the 'message' part, tho i tend to believe it.

what i do know is that the emotion of a dream is often more important than the images generated in it.

and calm is a very very good emotion.

she sees him in his essence. not corrupted by all the sins flesh is heir to! as i see my dead parents.. in my own dreams..

Comment by Arthur James on January 10, 2013 at 9:47am


Honest. This morn I spoke with Jen.

My Sister is Jennifer. I always tear.

She worries. She fears a ` Plague.


Iet diverted and sidetracked Here.

I was gonna mention ` Barn Door.

One Winter I cut finger Tip Off.

Cold Causes Increased Pains.


You'd be a Joy Conversant.

No blurt out all inner Essence.

I sense Your Discreet. Precious.


Later . .

Tam` Biet.

See You later.

Hoa ` Bien.

Real` Well.


True Peace,

beyond mere,

verbal Understanding . . .

Comment by Jenny on January 10, 2013 at 9:59am

I think so too Emily. I think the message was for her to be at peace. At time she (we) were waiting for some medical test results. With her family history of cancer, we were both on edge. Outwardly, I tried to stay very upbeat but inwardly I was scared as hell as we talked about how important it was for her to remain vigilant. 

DM, they do, she does, even at 24. She is tuned in that way.

James, we know don't we? How they stay all around us, but now we just can't touch them. We have to hold the image of their sweet faces in our heart of hearts.

Art, you are such a blessing. I love your last line here, 


True Peace,

beyond mere,

verbal Understanding . . ."


Comment by JMac1949 Today on January 13, 2013 at 5:21am

Interesting post and a great jpg... I seldom remember dreams but there are a few that stick out... the best example was a weird dream I had about my wife that woke me up in the middle of the night. When I got up to go pee, I came back to find her awake and apologized telling about the dream.  The weirdness became apparent when she told me that she'd just woke up from the same dream.  R&L ;-)


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