The Dream

Callie visited in my dream last night.  I just know it. In the dream, I had just arrived in Dubai to visit my sister and brother-in-law.  It was a long flight and I was jet-lagged and couldn't tell what time of day it was as I arrived at their apartment complex.  Strangely, their home was in a much more temperate climate than one would expect for Dubai and it looked nothing like the pictures I have seen.  In the dream, it was in the middle of a misty forest, serene and surrounded by clouds.

Carly and Mark greeted me and I immediately wanted to see someone, in the dream it felt like their child.  So, I was led upstairs.  Lots and lots and lots of stairs.  Along the way, there were decorations on the wall.  One was a photograph of a sunset that had white writing on it, but the words escape me now.  After what seemed like an eternity of spiraling stairs, I arrived at the top floor, an overlook to the rest of the house.  The overlook was missing its railing and I felt a little afraid of the dizzying height of the loft.

Ahead of me was a little girl.

A little girl with dark brown hair.

And she was playing with two other was definitely a boy but I cannot remember the other child very distinctly now.  As I walked towards her, there was a sign in stained glass to my right.  It looked much like the type of stained glass sign one would see hanging over a poker table.  The background was white and the writing was green, but I have no idea what it said anymore.  I wish I did.

The children were huddled together playing on the floor.  As I approached, the little girl said, "Look!", and as she did so, she leaned over the edge of the loft and her dark brown hair fell into her face so that I could not see her features.  I came next to her...and looked, the other children behind me...

...and then the alarm clock rang.

Upon awakening, I knew instantly that Callie had visited me in my dream and began to cry, wishing I had more time with her.  What had the sign said?  What about the sunset photograph?  Little messages from my angel that I wish I could have back.  It just had to have been her.  Misty clouds?  Stairs to up above?  I was going to her home in heaven, but felt a little scared at being there.  Who were the children with her?  I wish I could remember their features...  I feel certain that she was playing with some of her other angel friends, babies lost too soon, and I wonder if those little ones belonged to other angel mommies I know.  As we looked over the edge, I know that Callie was trying to tell me that she was watching over us.

It's ok, Mom.  I'm here.  I'm watching.  I'm always with you.  Always.

“You know that place between sleep and awake? That place where you still remember dreaming?

That’s where I’ll always love you… That’s where I’ll be waiting.”