Today I was on a conference call for work. My workplace is in Maryland so I work from home most of the time. We were chatting at the beginning of the call, waiting for everyone to join in. The CEO of my company was traveling and talking about the NJ turnpike. He mentioned which exit he had just passed, and I said “that’s my exit.” So I jokingly asked him if he wanted drop by for coffee.
I spent an hour on the conference call, listening and talking about work. After the call, I went downstairs to get a drink of water and suddenly memories of a dream I had years ago, I believe right after my mom died, came rushing back. I had long forgotten about the dream and have never mentioned it on my blog. The pictures in my head are so vivid.
It was late at night when the doorbell rang. I opened the door to find the CEO and two other people from my company standing on my doorstep. The CEO told me that they were traveling, it was late, they still had a long way to go but were tired, and asked if they could spend the night. I let them in and found places for them to sleep. Suddenly, the CEO was up and said that they needed to get going. I was surprised because it was still dark outside. I wanted to walk my guests out. I walked out of the house through the door to the garage, and in my dream it happened to be my parents’ actual garage. A car was pulling in as I stepped out the door. I saw mostly the car’s headlights, but I saw it was a burgundy-colored car, my mom’s car. My mom and I walked out of the garage and down the street in the darkness to where my coworkers were parked. I didn’t see my mom’s face, but I believe I was holding her hand. When we reached the car, I said to my coworkers, I’d like you to meet my mom.
Then I woke up. This dream was interesting because the coworkers who were at my house in the dream were the same ones who came to my mom’s funeral. They had never met my mom when she was alive, but in my dream they did. I remember saying to them at the funeral “I wish you could have met my mom.”
It’s amazing sometimes how something so insignificant, so simple can bring back such a vivid memory, even if it was only a dream. It’s a memory of my mom that now brings me peace.