This dream took place in Buffalo, NY where my son was living when he was killed. He and I were on opposite sides of a fence. We spoke but I couldn't be sure that we really were. Then I had to cross a hazardous parking lot. That's when I realized someone had given him a container just before he died. It remember seeing the design of two birds on it.
I was never able to understand this dream. Over a year later, though, we were in Buffalo. There were a number of dreams between this one and when we went to Biffalo which seemed to be eerie premonitions of what was to come.
Over time I got used to speaking with Gabe in dreams, even though our lips never moved.
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Have you lost a loved one, a family member or close friend? Do you find yourself dreaming about this person? This blog is the place you can share these dreams with others and tell how the dreams help you heal from your loss.
A bit about me....
- Rich
- My wife Nina and I are recent transplants to North Carolina from the Catskills in New York and have become active in a local chapter of Compassionate Friends. Dreams were an important part of my healing process in the first years after the death of our son Gabe. I hope we can share dreams about our lost loved ones and our interpretations of these dreams as well. I truly believe that a dream uninterpreted is like a letter unopened. (see first post)May you experience healing each day.- Rich Swart
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