Dreams

Brian said when you dream about a lost loved one it's like a double edge sword. You get to be with that person again, but when you wake up, reality sets in hard. Boy is that the case. Last night I dreamt about Shane. I've only dreamt about him a few times. In 2 of those dreams he was actually there and in the others we were talking on the phone. Either way, when I wake up from these dreams, I feel like I've been hit with a ton of bricks.

When Rob lost his dog Max back in May, Shane had a dream about Max. Rob was jealous because he wanted to dream about Max and he hadn't. Shane told him that Max probably knew Rob couldn't handle it yet and that soon enough he would dream about him. Sure enough, Rob had a dream of Max running happily on a beach. I think that's probably why I've had so few dreams of Shane. Before all this, he was always part of my dreams. Maybe he knows how hard it is to dream about him now and maybe I'm not ready. The first dream I had of him was about a week after he died. I dreamt I was at my mom's house with Lucas and Kerry. Shane just showed up and walked right in. He looked like his old self, pre-cancer days. We were shocked and I remember Kerry kept trying to take his temperature to make sure he was ok. I took this dream to mean that he was ok, wherever he is now.