Mamaw and Papaw's Cadillac was kinda like this, assuming this is a Coupe de Ville. Theirs was yellow, though. Totally pimptastic.
I've had a couple of dreams about Papaw since he died right before Christmas.
As I mention in my Tuesday column, I'm not sure I've ever had visitation dreams, per se. But I've been dreaming frequently about departed loved ones lately, like Youngun and Smitty, and I'm wondering if I need to be trying to glean messages from their night-time appearances.
Yes, I know quite a few folks -- most, perhaps -- dismiss this as a bunch of hooey. But I know brilliant, rational people who have had visitation dreams of children or parents, and swear they seem just as real as a face-to-face conversation. And I'm quite jealous of people who have experienced them.
Not sure my dream about Papaw falls under the category of visitation, though. On Sunday night, I had a dream about my grandparents. It started out with Mamaw Wright applying makeup before going to church. Then, having apparently bypassed the church service in my mind (might have to revisit that in another blog), we were in her and Papaw's '83 or '84 yellow Cadillac Coupe de Ville trying to find a place to have lunch -- preferably, somewhere that didn't involve much of a walk, as Papaw had rheumatoid arthritis.
We decided on some place that reminds me of nothing in my waking life. Dining was upstairs, and I decided to help a woman carry the dressing for the buffet salad. The end.
See? Not a visitation dream; just something random about Papaw, a car and salad for lunch. I mean, it's a stretch, but I could assume it was Papaw's way of saying, "Hey, Son, you need to be eating more salad." Lord knows it's true.
So have you ever had a visitation dream? What was it like? How did you feel after?
Peace, love and Coupe de Villes ... XOXO
