I grew up in a house full of music. My dad would pull out a stack of LPs, power up the turntable, put the needle down, and crank up the volume. The air was full of emotion, notes, voices all melding together in beautiful harmony, and I would spin and twirl in the middle of the floor of our den like I was the only girl in the world. For the most part, the voice I heard was Roy Orbison, a musician my father followed from his adolescence. This was music unlike what we hear now days; it was real, unaltered, pure and full of humanity.
This morning, one particular song came to my mind, and Roy himself sang every word in my mind.
A candy colored-clown they call the Sandman,
Tiptoes to my room every night.
Just to sprinkle star dust and to whisper,
"Go to sleep, everything is alright."
I dreamt of her last night. I've only had a handful of these type dreams of her since she's been dead. Most of the ones I had shortly after my mother's passing were about her dying, that we were in a room around her, or that I was trying to find her in a hospital. They were stressful and unpleasant, so any dream I have of her that is pleasant is such a welcomed blessing.
I close my eyes
And I drift away
Into the magic night
I softly say
A silent prayer
Like dreamers do
Then I fall asleep
To dream my dreams of you.
Last night, we (meaning me, my mother, and my children) were at a store that seemed somewhat like Target. We walked the aisles of makeup looking at lipstick and blush. And then I moved over to the card aisle looking for a birthday card for someone. And after we left the store, my mom and I went to a church to attend a wedding. It was strange; I didn't know who was getting married, but my mother did, so I was just along for the ride. And once this wedding was over, we went back to her house and the whole place was decorated for Christmas. There were trees everywhere, lots of trees, filled with lights and ornaments. There were even trees hanging upside down from the ceiling and ornaments strung on clear wire hanging down all around us. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I walked around looking at everything, and I finally asked my mom who had done all the decorating. She said, "Felicia had it done for me." And then I found myself riding a horse around our old neighborhood in Montgomery, riding down each street. And then I woke up.
In dreams, I walk with you
In dreams, I talk to you
In dreams, you're mine
All of the time
In dreams, in dreams
But just before the dawn
I awake and find you gone
I can't help it, I can't help it
If I cry
I remember that you said
And I woke, lying still under the warmth of my covers, eyes shut. And in that tiny fraction of a second, I felt like I had really been with her, that her very presence was still there, holding on to me. And it was the most beautiful moment I've had in a very long time.
Perhaps she chose to come to me. Maybe my Father knew I needed her and so he placed her in my mind as I slept. I don't know; I never will understand the concept of dreams. But I needed that time with her so desperately, and it felt so real. So real.
It's too bad that all these things
Can only happen in my dreams
Only in dreams
In beautiful dreams.