DREAMING & EXPERIENCES

I woke up with a dream about my late husband. In my dream I was not aware of his passing. He was still alive around his 20s and he was looking good, fit, active and very handsome. He was mostly smiling and along with him is his late father. As I moved from my job and into this job I had been renting from that house. My husband lived in this house about 10 years and the department is closing down so I have to be laid off. I resigned and was voluntarily laid off and then moved. As it was a very long, hard and stressful month I have to choose to throw things away and some to carry on with it since my husband died and majority of the stuff at this house he either bought or got for free from Carriage sale. He was a man of saving, tight with money and more importantly he would buy it and fix it for our use. We always felt so rich from his garage sale habit. He is known as garage.com person.

Unfortunately, he is dead and it has been almost a year now he has been resting in peace. This is a dream that I had at our very new address which is the new home we move to:-

I had a dream and I saw all my family's belongings and stuff which I moved with, which was all stacked in the garage and all taken to the house and was arranged nicely in the house in our home country not in the US but in Tonga at our Haveluloto residency. I saw my little car which I left in my old home for Fihi’s friend’s mom. I drove on it to the house, but it kept on reversing. I had a challenging time trying to park but as I entered to our little hut in Tonga I saw tava fruits fallen rotten(pala). I walked into the house and I saw the house is not in rooms anymore. I realized all my stuff which was in my garage here in America were displayed in the house. The house is in a different shape, and it is still in Tonga. I walked into the house. I saw Siotaau quietly frowning and doing her fo. I saw Berry standing and he smiled as he rearranged the house and kept on bringing stuff from our garage in the US to Haveluloto’s house. Semisi lahi (rip) is clearing things outside and as I walked around the house admiring the arrangement, I saw Berry toli or picking tava fruits. As he smiled picking tava fruits right at our house doorstep I saw Ta’u (a gentleman in the neighborhood). I used to fear. I walked away from the gentleman as Berry met him up as he smiled, and they talked. I saw one of her sisters is busy cleaning at the back of the house, but Berry (rip) is smiling around as he continues to show off to me his new arrangement of the house. I woke up when my lawyer called, not knowing it was just a dream. Berry and Misi lahi both rest in peace. I finally realized it was just a dream. I finally noticed that I am still in bed and it was a dream. How I wish it was true but it was saddening that I was so dwell in it and as I was conscious I realized that it was a dream and that handsome man is NOT alive he is gone.

I woke up to record my dream onto Facebook and as I scrolled through and saw this bouquet of roses it reminded me of when we pulled up with my family to my husband's cemetery in the two big trucks. One was a twenty-six feet UHall and a truck to say goodbye to my Berry. As I approached at 9pm the night was so dark, and the sprinkler suddenly came on, and you know what I was soaking in. I vented on his engraving saying, How dare you make me so wet? Lol. I stood at the grave and vented out to him as the sprinkler came down as rain fell on me. I was not cold but soaked and wet. Since he had no head stone I have to reach down to the ground feeling it around to identify and confirm it is his grave yard. I touched the corner stone and found 718 and yes, the portion of the ground where his head was not level but it is more like a little hole there. I placed my roses and a few flowers on it. I said whatever grave is this if I mistakenly put it in someone else's grave you know my love my intention. It is for you and may you come along with us. Time to move on as my sons were in the big UHALL truck as I drove with my sister. I was very soaked and I had to change outside of the truck so I could be warm and drove away.

As we drove four hundred miles from Vancouver Evergreen Memorial Garden we did not know we had a low tire. I saw the censure with the sign but I thought it was for the oil to change. Though I was worried about it, my sister validated that it is okay, that is a warning to change the oil soon. That pacified my worriedness and we drove with a low tire, we finally had a flat tire for about 400miles. We waited and waited for 6 hours and the help came to change the tire. We must go through this as we move out of our favorite home. Then our welcome home was such a nasty communication with one of ours. As I reflect on this dream you smiled and appeared happy. Why now? It was a dream. How I wish you were here to comfort me and teach me to just ignore things that came my way. I love watching your smiling face in the dream. Are you trying to tell me something? I miss you dearly. I love you my love. I wish there was a Joseph who was sold to Egypt to help translate this dream and these experiences to me. I love you and hope this will not be the first time visiting your new home. Rest in peace my love.