Nightmare and the Dream

To understand the significance of this dream, you must know
something about the nightmare that proceeded it. The nightmare was
September 11, 2001.

Dolores was one of my dearest friends, and on that day she taken away
from me forever, just like thousands of others were taken from their
families and friends. I think about her every day, remembering many
good times spent together, her and her husband.

I never did care much for him, but tolerated him as to be respectful to
her. I think she knew how I felt, but we never talked about it. I often
felt that my love and devotion for her was deeper than his, I never
felt he truly loved her as much as she deserved to be loved. I
sometimes feel I am more saddened by her being gone than he is. This
may not be a fact, just my perception.

And finally, after five months of missing her so much, I have this
Dream;

As I enter her mother's house, being invited to a small family
gathering, the first thing I see as I enter the room is Dolores. She is
sitting on the couch next to her mother; hands folded in her lap, with
the most peaceful look of her face. She looks beautiful. No one in the
room seems to notice her sitting there, and I, knowing it is impossible
for her to be sitting there, am completely shaken to the core. I slowly
walk towards her and stop inches away to see if this is real. It was
not a ghost. She is inches away from me, as real as anyone in the room,
yet does not speak a word. He eyes are telling me to relax, not to
worry. She is okay.

I do not say a word, but hurry to seek out her husband. I walk to the
opposite corner of the room to find the husband. I now have his
attention. I ask him to look over at the couch and tell me what he
sees. He says, "I see Mrs. B, why?"

Don't you see her, don't you see Dolores? At first, he looks at me in
amazement and with sympathy, thinks I am imagining this, have a
hallucination. When I tell him that she is indeed sitting there,
wearing her pink suit, as real as he is standing there talking to me,
he becomes irritated at this comment.

Arrogantly, he asks, "If she is there, how come you can see her and I
can't". Finally, I realize why he can't see her and I can. He is now
agitated and I start taking pleasure in antagonizing him. I proceed to
taunt him, that yes, she is showing herself to me and not to you. I
wonder why? He is becoming increasingly upset with me and I suddenly
realize that Dolores would not want me doing this to him.

I stop immediately fearing that she will get angry and disappear from
where she sits, not to be seen ever again. I apologize to her husband,
explaining it must have been my emotions taking over, and that I am
sorry for what I said.

When I look back to the place where she was sitting I am really happy
to see
her still sitting there. We made eye contact again, still no words,
just her
soft smile telling me she knew. I got her message.

Then I woke. I really did see her as clear and real as this day.

Thank you Dolores, please come into my dreams again.