I dreamed I was laying in bed in the bedroom of the house I grew up in. Was my father still alive? I heard the wind blowing from the snow storm and dreamed it was the wind making the tree branches scrape against the bedroom window. I remember the tree that stood so close to the house. I thought to myself I would rearrange the furniture the next day so that it was as it used to be. Why is the bed here instead of where it's always been? Who was in the house? I sensed my father. There was a light on somewhere outside my room, a golden, warm glow. In the dream, I was aware of my boyfriend lying next to me as he lay next to me in my sleep.
Eerie how real it all felt.
I woke up with a gasp, a bit afraid, and struggled for a while trying to locate myself. So disoriented. Here I am, in my home, far away from what has not been my home for 25 years. Hours later and I still can't shake this dream.