Last night I had the most beautiful dream. It was about Joe, and he was here, alive. It felt authentic; it was like he came to visit me for a while. I’ve had quite a few of these dreams over the past 14 months. My first dream happened on May 30, 2018, the day after we found out about Joe’s death. I’ve had many since then, and each one feels very real-life. My dreams with Joe seem to last for hours. I often question what do dreams mean? Dream interpretation, I wish I understood it.
In my dream, we were driving to a party, and Joe was in the backseat, talking and laughing. I kept looking in my rear-view mirror to make sure I didn’t imagine this in my head. I wasn’t; it was Joe. I parked my car, and we all walked inside a house, but I could not tell you whose house it was. I just kept staring at my Son, saying his name repeatedly, Joe? Joe? It felt like a breeze of fresh air had entered into my lungs, my heart was beating with excitement, and I kept telling myself this is a dream, it has to be a dream. Then, he talked to me. His words, “yah Ma, it’s me, I’m here now.” He then tells me, “why does everyone think I died? Ma, I’m right here.”
Many people were around us, everybody beaming with excitement to see him as he laughed and talked to everyone. Then, I noticed his friend James. I told him, “James, go over to see Joe! It’s him, he’s here, outside! See him. He is very much alive!” He looked at me, and he began to cry; he couldn’t believe what I was saying. Then Joe yelled out his name, “James, hey come out here, man, hurry up!” He jumped out of his seat and ran outside. We could all hear Joe in his loud voice. It was the sound I’d been missing for 14 months. It was incredible to watch. At the same time, it was the most joyful feeling I’ve ever had watching him surrounded by so many happy people.
Then, somehow we ended up at someone’s house. I don’t know who lived at this house, but we were on a patio similar to a sunroom. And we were both sitting down talking. We’re talking about everything, but honestly, I can’t remember what “everything” was at this point. His phone rings; it’s a friend asking Joe all these questions. And, he met me recently, and I told him Joe had died. Joe explains it was all wrong, and they keep talking for a while. After he hangs up, he asks me where did I meet his friend and why am I telling everyone he died? Joe, I’ve been trying to keep your memory alive, and I didn’t think you were coming back, Son. Son, I was wrong, and thank God I was wrong. He mentioned something about me being on the news, but I can’t remember specifically what he said. Then, he looks at me and says, “I love you, Ma,” and tells me he was going to visit a girl he was talking to before he left months ago. I told him, I know I met her too. He smiles and tells me he knows I met her. I was beaming and over the top, so happy. I couldn’t believe this was true; I thought it was real, and once again, my heart continued to beat faster as this warm feeling soaked inside my body. It was like someone took a water hose and filled it with warm water, and it kept running thru me inside; it was soothing. And amazing! Once again, Joe tells me, “I love you,” then he leaves to see his friend. And, I woke up.
This dream seemed to last for a very long time. The ironic thing about this particular dream was a few months prior, my daughter Julie had a similar dream, and Joe was very much alive. She told him the same thing, she thought he had died, and everyone thought the same thing. She told him we had this big Celebration of Life and there were a thousand people came to say goodbye. He told her he was sorry, but he had to go away for a while, but he was back. She told me her dream lasted a long time too. I remember feeling so happy and filled up with excitement! I woke up this morning, looked in Joe’s room, and walked over to his bed to lay down. I cried as my heartfelt extremely heavy, at the same time warm too. So, I began to write this on paper because I didn’t want to forget. This felt real; I had my son back for a little while. If it’s the only way to have him, I’ll take it.
What does this mean? People tell me dreams have a message. What was the message in my dream last night? What was message in my daughter’s dream? Whatever it is, I hope it happens again because if that’s the only way for me to see Joe and it gets me through another day in life, God thank you!.