Dreams can be funny things and by funny, I guess I mean not so funny. Last night I dreamed about someone, someone I used to know. I wasn’t thinking of this person as I drifted off to la la land and I don’t spend a great deal of time and energy thinking about this individual on a regular basis, but for whatever reason they made what felt like a very real appearance in my dreams last night.
I found myself waking up in the wee small hours of the morning, with tears on my pillow and an ache in my heart that felt almost unbearable. In the dream, I was saying good-bye again and as I woke my body was physically feeling the heartache. I got up to use the restroom and hoped as I laid back down that I would dream a new dream.
The dream and the feelings it left me with have lingered with me today. A bit of a blanket of sadness and reflection and I am reminded that dreams in our awake life can kinda feel like this as well.
When a dream ends, sometimes, you need to feel the pain. It’s ok to acknowledge the loss. To learn that the heartache can hit you like a tidal wave but when it washes over you, to discover you are still standing. That you can feel the heartbreak and keep breathing. To realize, you can move forward after loss. To understand you can mourn what was and what may never be but also look forward to the unending potential of new glorious dreams.
Maybe my dream last night was just to help give me permission to mourn that which feels like a loss but also to remember that there are other dreams to know. To recognize that I can feel the pain that comes with the loss and still have hope for all that is to come. Maybe you could use that same reminder today?
Be encouraged my friend!