I don’t know how to interpret dreams, I suppose it’s for the best most times…then there are these…
We are moving my sister (again. lol), I don’t know where from or where to…I just know she’s moving. Kris and I decide while we wait for my ever-late sister, we are going to go get donuts.
On the way back, baby sister calls and says she’s on her way. We get back to wherever we are supppsed to be and see my sister carrying the front end of a dresser. Kris pulls forward to park and as I glance out the window I see…him.
My dad. Carrying the other end of the dresser.
“Kris! Kris!!!! Stop, stop!!!”
I get out of our vehicle after fighting with my seatbelt, I run to him. My dad.
I grab him around the neck, I’m hugging, I’m crying. I’m never wanting to let go.
“Dad! I’m sorry, it’s been so long! I miss you, I love you!”
He hugs back, I can smell his cologne. I can feel his big warm hug.
“Hello baby, it’s okay. I love you. I miss you. It’s gonna be okay, it’s gonna be okay. I love you.”
And just like that, I wake up.
I alternately love and hate my dreams.