1/27/11 This is the dream I had about Gordon after he passed.
Gordon was there. I was so amazed and happy and proud that he had come back from the brink of death and was now standing right in front of me, smiling. He looked different, weathered. The most striking thing about his appearance was the color of his skin. It looked fake and tan. I couldn’t put my finger on it. Not much happened in the dream; he was just standing there pleasantly and I was looking at him. When I woke up I realized a couple of other odd appearance issues. He had a full head of white hair and he was very skinny. I remember him as bald and fuller-bodied, although before the sickness he had a good amount of hair and he was very thin. I also realized that the tan must have been the makeup that is put on bodies before an open-casket funeral. But there was no funeral, due to Gordon’s wishes, and he is also gong to be cremated, not buried. I didn’t tell Ben about my dream. I felt so sad when I woke up.
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