I finally dreamed about John 3 nights ago.
I was at an old drive in movie place, but instead of parking for cars, there was a collection of remodeled vans, cargo trucks and buses in the movie lot – tiny house style.
Where the guts of the original vehicle are removed and the inside is remodeled like an apartment.
Only these were basically just rooms to hang out in.
All the wheels had been removed from the vehicles and they just sat on the ground.
I walk up to the back of a long, converted cargo van and open the doors.
All the seats and stuff inside had been cleared out of it, save a single white bench seat/couch positioned in the middle, facing the back doors where I stood.
A custom couch made to look like it belongs in an old car, but obviously way more comfortable.
The van definitely seems bigger to me on the inside.
And there was John sitting on the couch, in his jeans, t-shirt and ball cap.
He tells me, hey baby – why don’t you come in and spend some time with me?
I look around, noting the absence of anything else inside this van.
And I quip, “Well now… I guess you did clean everything up quite a bit!”
Cocking my head, I smile coyly and start to close the door and come sit with him.
And then I freeze, staring at him – suddenly realizing, dear god I’m dreaming about him.
Nine weeks since he died and I’m finally seeing him.
But as soon as I realized he was there, the vision broke and I woke up. 😦
I tried to go back to sleep and revisit that dream, but it didn’t work.
Still, it’s remarkably comforting.
After weeks of complete vacuum, without a good or even a bad dream about John or our fight again GBM, I finally saw my love.
I just hope I see him more.