I had a lot of trouble sleeping, I kept thinking about my friend (Dorinda Conlon, who passed away Thursday), and trying to forget for a moment that she was gone. And not having a lot of success. The sleep was spotty and the dreams were mostly irrational.
In the early morning hours, however, I did slip into sleep and I dreamed I was running down endless stairs, going toward a parking garage where I knew my friend was waiting. It was a long journey, it seemed hopeless at times, but I wouldn’t give up because in the dream, though I didn’t remember what had happened, I did know I just had to speak to her before it was too late.
Finally, after what seemed like hours of running and searching dim stairwells with poor flourescent lighting, I finally came out onto a landing that led to a parking area. I saw it was empty except for this super-shiny Lime Green jeep wrangler. There was khaki canvas strapped to the top and back and luggage all stowed. It was so her, the bright, sparkly lime green paint and all her baggage. ^_^
In the driver’s seat was Bradley, he gave a smile (you know his sweet smile!) and a half wave and started it up. Dorinda was in the passenger seat and poked her head out the window. And she looked just like she did when I first met her and her kids were still small. Her beautiful hair was in braids framing her face. She was grinning and yelled out in the most cheerful voice imaginable: “Are you ready to go!!”
And I looked at her and Bradley and smiled sadly and shook my head, and I said, “No, I’m not ready yet.” She just grinned at me and waved and yelled out, “Welp. I’m going now. See ya later!” She was waving and smiling so happily.
She was so happy, it made my heart melt.
And I woke up strangely comforted. Still missing her, but still, comforted that she’s okay.