Dream Dream Dream
2007 December 28
I dreamed with Colin. He sat in the sofa here and talked, and talked, and talked. It was all very clear, incredibly pristine, a dream in HD. I said to myself, in the dream, “but Colin… is not here anymore”, and a woman’s voice told me that he was, that he was here indeed. “It’s all a dream”, I said, and the voice said “of course it’s a dream”, and I sat next to Colin, and we talked, and talked, and talked, happily, peacefully, until the dream faded out and I woke up, puzzled and smiling.
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Tonight I’m DJing along Ramsay Short at Barrio North… and tomorrow I’ll be behind the decks at the Notting Hill Arts Club…
After my dad died I dreamt about him all the time. I always knew he was dead, or, if not dead, back here w/us”in some VERY fragile form. I worried he’d die again at any second, so I always made him sit down or something so he wouldn’t fall over.
I’m glad this was a positive dream, and not a scary one.
like John, i dreamt about my father, only that these dreams happened BEFORE he died, a couple of days. he had been ill for a year or so. and three days before he passed i dreamt about him. it was a sort of pacifying dream, you know: “everything’s gonna be just fine, don’t worry”. the following day i woke up happy and tranquil
abrazo, mate!