A long time ago I learned that many times a dream can  be a coping mechanism to help you deal with loss and other things in your life that may not be the most pleasant.

It was quite often I’d see my Grandmother in my dreams who has been gone for many years and I’ve always taken it as her way of remind me she’s still here.  Sometimes I’d see my Dad, and rarely my grandpa.

Last night was a different story, and hence the reason I’m putting it down as a memory.

I’d like to think I only dream of those I love, and those that for one reason or another Im just not mentally ready to let go of.  Since I do not see my father often in my dreams its always a pleasant change to have him there and last night was no exception.  I miss my Dad.  There was a bit of a change though in this dream that kinda irks me.  It was like going to one of my Dad’s families parties.  There was my Dad, his father, his brother, and a few others that I dont recognize.

Let me start by saying there is no love lost between my Dads father and I, and funny enough in the dream he was still as cold and stiff as I remember him.  Maybe its my own dislike and maybe I’m wrong but I. especially after Dad died, remember very little of affection from this man.

As usual my uncle looked but didn’t speak.

What happened next though was a bit odd, I was told we needed to talk and we had to walk away from the party.  I remember walking with Dad up some hill but I do not remember if his father was with us.

We end up at another party this time mostly with young adults and such and thats where I ran into a friend.  Some one I know who’s been struggling a lot lately and not having the best go of things.  Sadly our conversation was a bit short lived as he moved on to do other things, but I find it odd that he was there to begin with.

<Shrug>

Maybe Im missing some guy social interaction, maybe im just lonely.  I guess time will tell.

Was good to see my Dad though.