touching her

[brightlotusmoon]

I'm drinking a vanilla latte, back at my desk, after lunch break...

I had an incredibly realistic dream last night. I walked into the bedroom; the lights were off and the TV was on, and bathed in its light was Adam, lying in bed. Petting Tuesday. She was curled up against him.
I stopped dead, stunned, stared, and stammered, "She's dead. What is she doing here?"
Adam just looked at me and smiled. "Oh, she just appeared while you were in the bathroom. I can't touch her unless she touches me. Here, come here."
I came closer. Tuesday looked faded, like a ghost I suppose. She looked up at me with a happy expression. She trilled and chirped at me. I reached down but my hand passed through her. "Let her touch you," said Adam. I kept my hand just above her. She headbutted my fingers. And I felt her -- soft and full and real. She wasn't warm or breathing, but she was purring, and she let me stroke her, and she brushed her face against mine. She licked my fingers, and her tongue was cool but rough and real.
In the manner of dreams, then, we were downstairs in the living room. I was lying on my stomach, letting my baby girl rub against my hand and arm, my face. As long as she was the first to make contact, she was real and soft. And yet she was dead. She was a ghost.
But I got to love her. We got to play with her. It was enough.
I haven't told my husband yet. I'm sure he'll appreciate it. I believe the dream had been inspired by our conversation last night, in bed. He had been touching Tuesday as the syringe had been administered, and holding my hand as well. (One of Adam's "psychic" talents is the ability to draw and absorb spirit energy: on his last trip to the Grand Opryland Hotel in Nashville, he had encountered the angry ghost of an old woman who had lived on the land and had not wanted the hotel built; she had been haunting several of the rooms for years. Adam walked into the room she had been in, and "ate" her, and drew her energies into himself and made them his own.) After he had absorbed Tuesday's spirit, he had passed some of it into me, through our hands. I think it had formed some sort of bridge. She came to us in my dream across that bridge. So, in essence, literally, she is with us.
A theory. A nice, comforting theory.

Comments

[ronin-lethe.livejournal.com]

i think it's a lot more than a theory.
now i'm crying again but it isn't a bad cry.
for some reason a lot of people i know have their animals come back to visit in dreams. i think it is because the bonding between animals and people is so special and because animal souls are further along than we are (especially cats) that they know more and want to comfort us in our stupid clumsy human suffering.
i don't know if that came out right, i'm pretty out of it. but i think you know what i mean.

[brightlotusmoon.livejournal.com]

I love you. Thank you for this; it's what I believe too.

[ronin-lethe.livejournal.com]

i love you too

[kathness.livejournal.com]

That's a very sweet/bittersweet dream. I've had similar dreams of pets that have passed on. I dreamed often of my family's cat, that would manifest when I'd be visiting my parents' house, and I'd be able to pet her, and then she'd float away. What was weird about the dreams is that the information carried over from previous dreams.
So, in essence, literally, she is with us I really do believe that.

[brightlotusmoon.livejournal.com]

Thank you. :)
I like hearing these stories.
My husband's beloved tabby cat Baby still visits us. She died right before we started dating. I was the only girlfriend of his that Baby liked -- and she made it known months after her death! Must be one of the many reasons why he married me. ;)

[wrathchylde.livejournal.com]

The night I had to put my Loki down, I fell asleep crying and had a dream about him. I dreamed that he appeared in his spot, looking up and chirping at me like he always did (Maine Coon - they tend to chirp more than meow) In the dream I was delighted and surprised to see him, and picked him up to give him a hug. He purred for a moment, then faded into nothing as I was holding him.

I told a friend about the dream, and she said it was him saying goodbye.

[brightlotusmoon.livejournal.com]

Adam loves Maine Coons! :)
That's a wonderful dream.

[rhiannons-rose.livejournal.com]

I am glad she was able to come to you and give you comfort. I am sure she also wanted to let you know her suffering was over, and she was well.

I read your entry on Friday, and cried. I just couldn't comment...

The best to you...

HUGS.

[brightlotusmoon.livejournal.com]

Awww. :)
Yes, I believe that, too.

[faire-damsel.livejournal.com]

That's So Beautiful! *Hugs*

And One Of My Strongest Abilities And Talents Is Talking Ghosts Over To The Other Side, But I've Never Done It In Quite The Way Adam Did! :o)

[lily-cat.livejournal.com]

That's so wonderful that you got to see her again. The hardest thing we ever did was put our beloved dog Lucy to sleep. She was 21 years old, had a stroke at 18 and kept on going. But eventually we knew that it was just cruel to keep her here...she was in so much pain.

After she died though, I swear that I could still...feel that she was in the house. I would think I heard her tags jingling or hear her walking around upstairs. It's just comforting to know that she's still looking out for us, the same way she did when she was alive.