A Dream
March 8th, 2007 by Editor BYesterday some friends were discussing their dreams of departed relatives. I reflected that I haven’t remembered any of my dreams for a long time.
Then, last night, I dreamed that I was at a gathering of some sort. I was talking to a woman about all the songs that had been written about Helen Hill: a song by PJ, a song by Dave Cash. In the dream there were many more.
The strange thing was that the woman I was talking to was none other than Helen herself. And it wasn’t weird or sad that I was talking with her about songs written after her death. It seemed like the most natural thing in the world.
The strangeness only struck me when I woke up.
March 8th, 2007 at 4:22 pm
Dude she’s still alive, yet just in the spiritual world … no longer in the material world (as I hummm along to the Police song)…. keep on dreaming and at HIGH volume. We all miss her …
Brett from Indiana/New Orleans
March 8th, 2007 at 7:04 pm
Ah, Brett beat me to it. Nevertheless…
You still believe that life is in the body? I thought you were evolved. Wait, you didn’t get the Scientology spam everyone else got. They must have pegged you out.
March 8th, 2007 at 9:25 pm
I truly believe loved ones visit us….usually while we are sleeping and more receptive. Dreams often are reality….the world is a mysterious place. I have had my own experiences and I’m sure that we, as not wholly evolved humans, are oblivious to all that is possible. I think Helen was reaching out to you.
March 9th, 2007 at 12:00 pm
…. or perhaps it’s just acceptance, the final stage in the grieving process, at least according Elisabeth Kubler-Ross:
Denial (this isn’t happening to me!)
Anger (why is this happening to me?)
Bargaining (I promise I’ll be a better person if…)
Depression (I don’t care anymore)
Acceptance (I’m ready for whatever comes)
March 9th, 2007 at 1:54 pm
I had this very vivid dream about Helen coming back from someplace where she had gone to study very hard. This was the night after I read her obit in our alumni magazine, which brought all the tears back again. Of course, in the dream she was laughing about all the fuss.
March 16th, 2007 at 12:25 am
I dream a lot about Helen, too. Sometimes when I wake up, I smile, other times I cry. I’m not sure what to make of your dream, but I bet Helen would be embarrassed to have songs about her. Take care.