I am very busy in my dreams. I am usually working at a job I'm not very good at. Then there is construction and the moving of walls and windows in houses I know as home but have never seen. Often I'm missing the boat my friend Connecticut Marcia has already boarded; the ship slated to take us somewhere most urgently, and I can't find my ticket. Or close my luggage. Or even find my way down the stairs of this apartment building I seem to be in.
I know the construction dreams are good. New spaces offer room for another realm of consciousness. I sorely need another realm of consciousness. I am conscious of it.
There is something else popping up in my dreams lately.
I've noticed, that off to the side, just in back of all the chaos, two people are watching.
Mom and Dad. There they are together. Together, like always, like they used to be.
I dreamt of Dad many times after his death, and I wondered how soon Mom (asleep, I am looking at my watch and tapping my foot impatiently) would begin to show up.
But them together? Even better. Best.
And watching over me.
D.G. Fulford is the author of , written with her mother Phyllis Greene. She is also the co-founder of . You can find her at .
Photo credit: Marcia Smilack