My dad died when I was eight years old.. I dreamt about him a couple of times since then. The first was the strangest (close to when he died), because I never actually saw him on the night he died in hospital – but when I retold a dream I had to my mum she said it was weird because the dressing gown he was wearing I described in the dream was the one he wore on the night he died… as well as numerous other things.. I believe he contacts me via subconsious mind now and again… (I have always believed that dreams could be some form of other world we go to play in with other spirits and people who have also switched off and travelled to it, alive and dead.. kind of like: going to sleep is the key all our spirits use to escape through a portal of mind into another dimension). etc etc
When he died, we had scattered his ashes in the sea.. as I was only eight, I suggested it because it meant the mermaids, dolphins and whales would look after him… and on the same day at the same time I saw my first full rainbow stretched across the sky. A few days after, the Angel of the North was built (my dad lived and grew up in Newcastle, it’s where most of my family live.. it’s where we scattered his ashes – on Almouth beach). I really do not feel that this was coincidental. When we scattered his ashes, I didn’t realise we had to pour them out out of the urn – instead I put my hand in and scattered them which shocked my family because they found it weird, they wanted to pour it out not touch it… so it’s always been in my head that I was the last to touch him before he was freed into the ocean… and ever since, I have always had an connection to the sea and to water, and whenever I am near it I feel really elated and mystical.
When my mum dies, if she wishes, I plan to scatter her on the earth… so that it is like two combined souls and elements … water and earth… oceans and land… yin and yang…
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