Dreams, dreams, I don’t have many of them, but when I do them seem so real. Recently I had one in which I saw both my deceased parents in the same dream. I awoke and right away, I asked of myself, what does this mean.
My mother was in “the shop” as we called it back in the days. “The shop” was a dry goods store/liquor store. My mother and I were just talking casually as we did on a daily basis, just chit-chatting. A young man came up to me and asked to talk to me. I followed him across the street to hear what he wanted. He gave me a card with his name, address, and email. I looked at him quizzically and said, I have to think about it.
On the same side of the street my father was there trying to get a scaffolding up for some project, but was having no success because it was close to the weekend. I promised to call on someone who can cause this to happen.
Even though I don’t understand what my dream means, but it was refreshing to visit with my parents again.