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This is straying from my usual pet-centric entry, but it was just too goofy/cool not to share. This past weekend, I had a bunch of friends over for a game-playing party to celebrate my birthday early [it’s on January 27 if you’re planning on shopping!]. We went old school and played charades for a good portion of the 9.5-hour marathon. That’s goofy/cool enough, but that’s not what this post is really about.

A bit of background first. My friend Lori Soyring, who’d been my best bud through junior and senior high, and I only recently became happily reacquainted through the marvels of Facebook. She and her significant other, Keith, were at this charades shindig when, out of the blue and apropos of nothing in particular, she says, “You know who just friended me on Facebook? Steve H…”

I nearly screamed and ran over to her, shouting, “No WAY!!! I just this morning dreamed of Steve H…!!!” I explained that I’d not even thought of the guy, who was just a friendly acquaintance back in the ’80s, for decades; yet here I was, having a dream with him in it the same day he connected with my former high school BFF on FB…OMG, LOL!

I told her, “In the dream, I was being reintroduced to him. He had actually aged normally. I walked up to him and laughingly told him, ‘Don’t flip your eyelids back again!'” This was one of the most memorable things about him. We’d all be sitting at the lunch table in the high school cafeteria and he’d turn his eyelids inside out to make them look all bloody and subsequently make us want to hurl! He loved when girls screamed and cringed at him, I guess. Then, a flood of little memories about him came back, too. Such as the fact that he admitted that “Little House on the Prairie” sometimes made him cry, he sang tenor in our choir, and he had aspirations of becoming a butcher someday.

Lori said, “Oh yeah! That’s what he did [the eyelid thing]. I couldn’t remember what it was.”

We both marveled at the bizarre workings of my mind then resumed the game, watching someone act out “Buffy the Vampire Slayer.”

The reason I included this on my Good Grief blog is because it reinforces my assertion that dreams can carry accurate messages even for none “psychic” people. In this case, it was from a long lost school chum, but it can just as often be from those on the Other Side—be it our pets or humans we’ve lost. We can’t always control how, when, or from whom the messages may come, of course. Sometimes they’re poignant, sometimes they’re healing, and sometimes they’re just goofy/cool.

The important thing is to be open to the experience and don’t fear it. It’s great entertainment and gives you something to talk about at cocktail parties.


Dearest Blog,

I just awoke from a bizarre, yet comforting dream this morning. I say this because many of the images would normally be perceived as distressing to say the least, but thanks to my family history of specific-to-us dream interpretation and my own tendency to dream in puns, I awoke grateful of having received this reassuring dream from Mortimer, my West Highland white terrier who died just a little over a week ago, and my mother, who died in 1998.

Here’s the whole dream:
Mortimer and four other Westies were flying in (with Mortimer apparently piloting) a small prop plane when they lost power and had to make an emergency landing. Miraculously, however, the plane’s landing was fairly smooth and out of it crawled all five white dogs, with bright red blood trickling through their fur from various minor injuries. Then actress Penny Marshall (of “Laverne and Shirley” fame) entered the area and stood, wearing a pale blue pantsuit and matching tam and looking as if she were in her late 70s, and smiling benevolently toward the dogs and me as the passive observer.

What I took from this was that Mortimer was sending me a message from his trip to Heaven (as symbolized by his flying a plane among the clouds). His traveling companions could have been my two other departed Westies, Ludwig and Tuppence, as well as my current babies, Blanche and Keely; I didn’t get a close enough look, but I knew Mortimer was the biggest one there and there were four additional Westies. I think his message was that he was all right, he’d survived the “trip” to the Other Side, and either the living and the dead make their journeys together and don’t even realize how close they are to one another or he’s traveling with all the beloved companion animals who’ve passed away, as represented by the many other dogs. Their landing on Earth indicated he could still connect with us on this “earthly plane” even though he’s on another plane of existence. (There’s pun number one.)

The blood, rather than upsetting me, reassured me, as well. In my family’s dream symbology, many things represent other things, often their opposites, giving us a common shorthand for figuring out the meaning of some dreams. For instance, if we dream of death, it means marriage; if we dream of a wedding, it means death. Both tears and blood mean good fortune and happiness. Snakes indicate illness; mud is bad luck, etc. Some other blog I may regale you with tales of my dreams and the uncanny accuracy of these symbols, which have been passed along from generation to generation among those on my mother’s side and are deeply entrenched in our unconscious minds.

Last, the appearance of Penny Marshall, who seemed to be about my mother’s age when she passed away, was the nod to my mother’s message of “pennies from Heaven.” (Pun number two.) Her peaceful, kind visage let me know she was near my precious pets and me as well.

Hence, I awoke with a smile on my face, grateful of the creative ways my loved ones continue to communicate with me.

Devil’s Advocacy Note: And even if you argue this was all generated from within my own brain and has nothing whatever to do with a visitation from the Other Side, I say that it means my subconscious has developed a wonderful way to soothe my mourning heart and bring me peace of mind, as it were, regarding these losses. Either way, the result is I get to move forward a few more baby steps in my grieving process, which is the ultimate goal.

Blessed be,

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