A Haunting
By Rob Weychert
Tags: Journaling
A dream returned my father to the driveway in a silver 1987 Camry beneath a motion-sensor spotlight. I write about a haunting visitation dream where a garden party slid into my childhood home, the disorienting D train, tinnitus surfacing, and the moment he doubled over in pain. A grief dream reflection and dream about deceased father.
Rolly's Take
For those who linger at the intersection of memory and yearning, where dreams become a fragile thread to those we've lost. This space breathes with the weight of unspoken goodbyes and the haunting echoes of love, inviting you to explore the delicate dance of grief and hope without fear of judgment. Here, the familiar and the surreal intertwine, beckoning you to reminisce while confronting the profound ache of absence.