Dreams of my Mother

When I was a child I had nightmares and my mother taught me how to lucid dream so that I would know that the dream is not real. I have always enjoyed it in the past as it allows me to take control of my dreams. When you know you are dreaming you can control the dream and break the rules of the natural world and Fly or wake up. There is nothing like flying in ones dream to liberate the soul.

Ever since my mothers death in march I have dreamed about my mother. It a double edged gift. I love seeing my mother and it comforts and eases the pain of her loss. However there comes a point that I realize and usually say something to question the dream. Immediately there is a gaping hole of loss that enters my heart. Usually my mothers expression change from the content and happy expressions to ones of sadness. She reassures me that she will always be with me and that I will see her again. Then she leaves my dream or more comminly I wake up.

I hope the dreams continue to appear as I sleep. However painful the moment of realization of loss is, the comfort is worth the cost.