Dream a little dream... of me

Dreams. Aren't they awesome?

Sunday night I talked to my dad for awhile about how Inception (the movie) is kind of possible in real life. He told me to think of a question I wanted to ask Oma (or anyone who has passed on) and ask her to come to me in my dream and reveal the answer. While I prayed that night, I asked if she was proud of me. While she was alive, I never told her I was planning on moving to Southern California, and I wonder if she is okay with it and proud of what I have done down here? That night I slept, and nothing.

I woke up the next day and kind of forgot, and went about my day but that night, the answer came.

I dreamt that I was sitting at Oma's dining room table and she was at the head of it, I was to her left and a guy that I thought to be my brother was to her right, across from me. She had her hair in an updo and she looked pretty young, maybe in her late 40's. The guy across from me looked like my brother but didn't act like him, he was a little more withdrawn. He had his hands crossed in front of his mouth so I couldn't get a good look at him.

I asked Oma if she "got my message" and she said she did. I asked her if she was proud and she said, "Oh of course!" and laughed like she would do and the man across the table nodded and smiled at me. I started to cry and she moved to the side to show me a little table she had next to her. On it were all these trinkets. I asked her what it was and she said it was stuff she saved to remember us. I walked over to it and I picked up a silver bank. It was a bank I had when I was little. I remembered it had my name and a date engraved on it but I couldn't remember who gave it to me. I wanted to talk to her more but my step mom Toni walked in and the dream started changing.

I told Toni to leave because we were talking but it was too late. We were then in the back house and my brother was still living there. I asked my brother, "Did you see her too?" but I don't know what he answered.

When I woke up the first thing I thought was, where is that bank now? And then, maybe I should get a bank like that for Kaelyn for her 2nd birthday coming up?

I called my mom and found out that the bank was given to me by my Aunt Carol and the date engraved was my baptism date. I also talked to my dad and he thought maybe the guy that sat across from me was my Opa. He helped me put together what it might have meant too.

One thing I am sure of is that she is proud of me. I think the reason she had the bank is because it had my baptism date on it. I think she is proud that I have stuck close to my faith and that I have grown in it and that it will ensure we will be together again someday. I think she was also telling me she wants Kaelyn to get baptized too so we can all be together because one of my first thoughts was that I wanted to give that same gift to her, like it had been given to me and Andrew. I know the "old school" way in her would have wanted the baby baptized right away.

It's all based on feelings and facts after I talked to my parents and put the pieces together. I forgot about the bank. I hadn't thought about it in years! How would I have known what the date or bank represented if I hadn't talked to my mom? It can't be a coincidence. There is no such thing as coincidence, only blessings. And that's exactly what that dream was....a very special blessing.