I dreamed my father was still alive. He came home & I hugged him! He was young and virile & he showed the scar on his knee to verify it was him -- just the way Odysseus proved his identity to Telemachus.
My dad died on April 18, 2008. He had played 18 holes of golf, and complained to his three partners that he had a pain in his right arm. They said, "Arne, left arm is a heart attack, so just relax." But he was having a heart attack, and died at about 2 pm, after having lunch with my mom.
What's weird in the dream is that my own mind seems to have made an absolute identification -- that this was absolutely my dad, and yet when I woke up, of course it was just a dream.
Why would my mind do that? I suppose it's wish fulfillment, but I don't understand why my mind would have done that to me, since of course I was only going to wake up, which would just mean that he was going to die again on me.
He was 78, but in very good condition, and if he had had a small aspirin, would almost certainly still be alive today.
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My dad died on April 18, 2008. He had played 18 holes of golf, and complained to his three partners that he had a pain in his right arm. They said, "Arne, left arm is a heart attack, so just relax." But he was having a heart attack, and died at about 2 pm, after having lunch with my mom.
What's weird in the dream is that my own mind seems to have made an absolute identification -- that this was absolutely my dad, and yet when I woke up, of course it was just a dream.
Why would my mind do that? I suppose it's wish fulfillment, but I don't understand why my mind would have done that to me, since of course I was only going to wake up, which would just mean that he was going to die again on me.
He was 78, but in very good condition, and if he had had a small aspirin, would almost certainly still be alive today.
Actually, it was April 18, 2009!
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