I am speaking to a sage, wise old man who is a mage, healer, and priest. It’s all very tribal. He is carrying a staff. He sends me over to the altar where there is a tree. Around it are snakes. They’re slithering around, but not doing anything else. I am not afraid of them, nor do I feel threatened. I am looking around at the ground in vivid detail. Sand and dirt, very little greenery except for a stray shrub. I feel like maybe we’re in a desert.
Then suddenly I’m in my office. Our recently deceased co-worker is there. He has gray bushy hair and looks gaunt and thin. I remember saying to him, quite cheerfully, “Hi, how are you? I’ll be right with you!” even though I know he has cancer. I thought to myself I know you’re in a hurry because you have to cross over later today (i.e. die). Then I remember that he is already dead.
In the dream he wanted to talk to me and I avoided him because I avoided his funeral. Once I talk to him, he will pass out of my dreams. I know this is the case because it happened with my aunt, Joe, T, and several of my deceased pets. The dead love coming back into my dreams and quite frankly, it’s something I could do without. But I also know it’s part of my process in how I deal with a loss so I don’t discourage them coming back. Eventually I will accept and embrace his passing and he will hopefully be able to move on – beyond the veil. I have a feeling N has not crossed over yet. He gave the cancer a good fight. He was young (early 40’s), but ultimately nature won.
This leads me to thinking about my grandmother who is 98 now and for whom death is a soft whisper away. I think I will be less avoidant of her death. First, because she and I are close. Second, because she has lived a long, prosperous life. Sometimes I love just going over to talk to her about her childhood. She grew up in upstate Michigan on a farm.
This dream merely reminds me to cherish these moments.