The Spiritual Meaning of Dreams and Grief

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I never thought much of dreams until last year when I had one with Brian in it.

It had been a year since I had last seen him. And though he had since remarried and moved on with his life, it didn’t change the fact that he had been such a large part of mine. The loss was hard on me. I felt it each day.

And yet in the dream, there he was. Although in my day to day life, I could conjure a memory of his face in mind with effort, in this dream, I saw his face, so clearly and distinctly. The long eyelashes. His smile with crinkles at the corners of his eyes. Perhaps the most remarkable part of this dream was feeling his presence again. Because in this dream, it was not just an image of him, but the feeling of his actual spirit and presence.

When I woke up, I suddenly understood that dreams are far more powerful and significant than we realize. How incredible it is that even despite a loss, that there is a place where our loved ones exist with us. A place where we can see them from time to time. Where all that pain and heartbreak is somehow gone — or perhaps if present, transcended so that our loved ones are here with us again, smiling.