Jesse
Sometimes when I am dreaming I get to see people. What I mean is that I get to visit with people that I have known and loved that are no longer corporeal. Yesterday I got to see my new great-niece and I see so many familiar people in her face. Last night I dreamed of her grandfather who has been gone for many years. I got to tell him how pretty his granddaughter was. I got to hug him and hold him. I always loved Jesse, even when I didn't agree with him. I think he was a good man and a good father and did the best he could with what he had to work with which wasn't bloody much. I think he grew up abused every which way. I see Jesse all the time. He's almost always in a white van and he always looks at me eye to eye. He sees me. This is real time and real talk. I'd swear he wasn't dead. I get closer to the Dreamtime. I appreciate it and the chance to see people that I need to see that have gone before.