Dream of my Father

I was beginning nursing school with some of my daughters in an upstairs open-air hall or casino in a section that looked like an airport gate waiting area which had desk tables and chairs in a long curved line. Jule didn’t want to sit with us but she was there too,and gave us a little wave and smile, like "I'm fine" - also Lelah and Ava were there, We were all excited to be taking the same class, becoming nurses.

My father appeared…First I saw him attached to an IV in a hospital gown…he said he was going to go to the bathroom….it was a unisex bathroom and I went in too…I waited while he went in one of the stalls…and saw other people washing their hands etc. The floor was covered with water, I didn’t want my dad to slip when he came back out….but I went back to the class and left him there.

I said to Nancy S., an old college friend, "My dad's here, isn’t it wonderful?" I realized I shouldn’t have left him alone in the bathroom so I started looking for him. Suddenly he appeared in the classroom area, dressed in one of his beautiful light brown tweed sports jackets… looking hale and hearty, smiling at me with that gleam in his eye, about 60 years old, one hand in pocket, one holding a beer can, so happy and alive and smiling…looking so good! I could tell my young medical instructor was impressed that I was his daughter ....the great Dr. Chapman!...…I was so proud!...

Daddy sat down on the windowsill behind me as I took notes then I turned around and he was gone, there was just a stain - and a dark organic thing like a griffin on a tree stump in the window area where he had been, he had changed form. I started to cry at the table where my notes were. I asked Nancy if she saw him too…and told her, crying, that he was gone…

Then I got up from my seat and turned around and there he was again, restored, looking wonderful. He had just gone to get something! He held up a wide but short piece of paper that had numbers and writing on it, he looked amused…,he knows how messed up I am about money...and most clearly I realized that it was a bill he had picked up at some "office"....there was an $8 charge to be paid by me to "the main office", for seeing and feeling him so clearly. He kind of pointed to his pocket with a smile and made me realize that since he was not really of the flesh, he couldn’t pay it, and he was asking with a twinkle in his eye if I could take care of it. I said “Daddy I would pay $8 every day ! For this! “ He gave me that smile. I reached up and hugged him, feeling his broad shoulders and rubbing my hands along his back, feeling only the most fragile bones,not at all like shoulders and a spine, so differently aligned from human form....puzzling...…but holding together for this brief moment, so alive! It was a wonderful warm real big bearhug, we both knew it was in the dream world, and I said “Oh Daddy, Daddy thank you. Thank you. I miss you so much. You’ve been so good to me.”

The simple words I wish I had said at his deathbed. Thank you so much. I'll miss you. You've been so good to me.

Then I woke up. And decided to try to find out if this dream came via India. Because I have definitely had some supernatural experiences lately involving people my daughter knows, a guru and a swami in India.

ADDENDUM: Several days after this dream I spoke by phone to my daughter in India and she told me about a dream she had had of Grandpa. She was fascinated by the dream and (not knowing about my dream) described it something like this: "Grandpa came to see me and he looked just like his old self. He said some really nice things about me being in India and then gave me a big hug. I noticed that some make-up rubbed off from his face and he smiled and winked and said that he just needed to put on some regular-world stuff so that I would recognize him."