You know when you sense you recognize someone in a dream, but their image or face are always out of focus somehow or that you're constantly in the wrong angle to view their face?

For the past three years, I've had dreams of my dad in that sort of setting. I could make out what he wore, or see the angle of his face, but that'd be it. It's like a child's recognition of their parent before the memory cells fully develop.

I was spending the night at a friends when this particular dream came to me. Dad was standing in front of me, I was eye level with that iconic beard of his. I hugged him, and I could swear to you I smelt his favorite pipe-tobacco blend, I could feel the curls of his beard against my cheek.

I heard these words..."I'm sorry. I promised to always be with you."

I adjusted my head against my bicep so he could hear me, I said, "It's alright...As long as I have you here, in my dreams, I'm okay."


It's amazing what dreams can do. It's just as amazing how humbling reality can be.

Regardless, I'm picking myself up again. I've been on wait for a forgetful boss to actually call me back into work, a wait that's been a summer and two autumn months now... A sense of low-self-worth had hit me pretty hard and knocked me down for a bit. But when I experienced this dream, I decided to actually apply for another job, perk up and to be patient. My angel's still looking after me. Can't let him down, not at this stage.