I am often a vivid dreamer but something about last night will stick with me forever....
It was a warm fall day and Jay, Ben Miller, and Christopher Cross and I were in the woods collecting logs for a fire. We made our way into a clearing filled with waste-high prairie grass towards a set of railroad tracks. One by one we crawled on top of a wooden pump trolley, prepared to depart to our bonfire destination.
The sun was warm and I looked around to find Jay manning the pump, Ben was sitting on the back, dangling his feet over the edge. I looked to the front to find Christopher standing and looking down the railroad tracks and, to my surprise, sitting between us was Dave Pike.
He had on a light button up shirt, jeans, tennies, and was sitting with his hands casually resting on his bent knees. His face was clean-shaven and he looked at me and smiled as the sun lit up his face more than anything around him.
I quickly knelt and pulled him into my arms and told him how great it was to see him. He didn’t say much, but we all circled around him with joy and huge smiles on our faces. There was an unspoken word between us as if we didn’t want to acknowledge that he shouldn’t be there for fear that he would leave, while at the same time Dave gave off this feeling that he’d just stopped by to say hello.
He continued on the trolley with us to our destination and helped unload the logs into the pile that would become our fire. I don’t remember all that we were talking about with Dave, likely sharing stories but there was something he had to do – he said he had to check on his girl and we told him he should get to it before it gets too late. (I wonder if he visited Tracie last night too)
I woke out of my sleep and had to grasp where I was (stupid chamomile tea before bed making me have to pee!). When I returned to bed, I fought with myself on whether or not to go back to sleep. Would I fall back into the same dream? Or would I fall asleep and forget the dream I just had forever?
I stayed awake for a little while, trying to burn the memory of discovering Dave sitting on the trolley into my brain so I could revel on it later. It was so peaceful and warm and everything we would have done together in real life (except maybe the pump trolley)… and I feel so blessed that he visited my dream to say hi.
I miss you, buddy. And I love you like a brother.
<3 kristy="" o:p="">
