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Discussion
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My dad died back in 2014. He was a very complicated man. He was bipolar and a drug addict but suffered in silence. He was so sweet and thoughtful and would take the own shirt off his back to clothe a complete stranger. But he was tortured by his thoughts and his lack of self control.
He loved nature so much. His dream was to escape society and be one with the wilderness and live off the land. He actually died on a camping trip he was taking to get away from the world for a while. He was manic and he took his canoe down a creek after it had stormed for days, thinking he could handle it. He wrecked his canoe and drowned.
But that’s besides the point. Just wanted to provide a backstory about who he was. I had a really meaningful dream and I know in my heart that his spirit was visiting me.
I was in this golden lit pasture at the edge of the woods walking around and taking in the beauty. I walked behind a hill and found what was almost like a hobbit hole.. it was a little shack built into the side of the hill. I turned a corner and I saw him there painting a landscape of the scenery. I’m real life, months before he died, he got really into painting and he was very talented.
He had no shirt on, only pants and he was barefoot. He looked young and healthy. I noticed him and he turned to me and smiled. I immediately started going off saying “Oh my god, Dad! You’re out here living your dream. I’m so happy to see you! Look at this life you’ve built for yourself, it’s everything you ever wanted.” And he didn’t say a word, he just kept looking at me with his eyes warm and bright, his smile beaming. And then I hugged him. And I just felt his embrace engulf my soul. I felt so safe and warm and loved. It was the most loving and peaceful feeling that I’ve ever felt, I can’t even describe it in words. I didn’t let go, the dream just ended there in that holy feeling.
I know this was him showing me he is at peace and that he’s looking out for me every day, and that one day we will meet again.