When dreams are calling… part 2

Now that I had talked to Bob, I thought I had it all figured out. I definitely felt better. I could have left it at that, I suppose. But I couldn’t.
What would be the purpose of having a dream ten years later about Bob, finding out he is sick and the doctors are not giving him a year to live?
Was a simple talk all that was supposed to happen?
I let it go and figured something would surely come of this if it was meant to be. My need to talk about Bob and my role in this was less intense. It did come up here and there, but I continued with my life. Desmond and I were planning to visit Bob.

Chasing my life purpose with MindValley

by Vishen Lakhiani, called the «Three most important questions. You are supposed to write down three columns

1. What would you like to EXPERIENCE

2. How would you like to GROW

3. What would you like to CONTRIBUTE to the world?

Once you’ve finished the exercise, you let it go for three days and just wait and see what happens. What comes up, signs, odd things, just whatever comes to you. 

In a nutshell, I wanted to do something using my talents to help people feel better about themselves, their life, and the world. I was sure it was related to my book, The Mermaid, who lost her hair. A book for people going through cancer. But I would leave it to life and Vishen’s 3 MIQs to show me the signs.

Since I started meditating, there have been a lot of odd things, strange dreams, and signs all the time. I believed I would see them, and I did. The first thing that happened after finishing my 3 MIQ questionnaire, was, I wondered how Bob was doing. I should text him, I thought. So I did.

It had already been three weeks, and time was passing fast and Bob did not have much time.

I texted Bob to plan a day that was good for a visit. He texted me back.

Me: Thinking of you this morning… hope you are finding some peace in this challenging situation you are going through.

Bob: Thank YOU… I’m in intensive care now… Will be transferring to palliative care next week. We had great times and memories. Love to ALL of you.

What??? How could it be going so fast? It was three weeks exactly from his home to intensive care. He learned he had ALS in October 2021… we were July 1st, 2022. Not even a year!

Steven Hawking had Lou Gehrig’s disease, and he lived decades with the disease! He got diagnosed at 21 and died at 76! Why was Bob’s health and body deteriorating so quickly? I fell into what Desmond now calls my puddle days. I couldn’t believe what was happening. After talking Desmond’s ear off once more, I decided I needed to see Bob today. 

I was a mess, a puddle, again.

Hello dream? What am I supposed to do or say?

Listening to the calling of a dream sounds totally weird. Believe me, I get it. It only gets more bizarre. After talking through an unending stream of tears to Desmond and Jessica, my other daughter from Desmond’s ex-wife, I kept muttering that I must give Bob something. As I saw their bewilderment, I explained that I wasn’t crazy; I knew he couldn’t bring anything with him. But I felt I had to give him something, but I didn’t know what. I quickly ended the conversation and got ready.

I cried most of the way down to Montreal and wondered why I was so sad.

Did I still love Bob?

Is that why I am so affected?

Did I have unfinished business with him?

I did love Bob, but not in a couple’s way anymore. I was happy in my loving relationship with Desmond. Thank goodness he didn’t feel threatened by this whole situation. One could easily feel threatened and not understand. But he knows me. I am a direct person, and I would tell him if there was something I should tell him about. I arrived early, the hospital visiting hours had not yet started. The hospital was opened in an hour. As I sat in the parking of the hospital, I decided to meditate and ask for help to keep cool and not become a puddle of tears. Suddenly, I knew what I had to give him.

Seeing each other again after ten years.

His eyes were closed as I walked to the doorway of his room. I stood there motionless and waited. Not knowing if he was sleeping or just resting with his eyes closed. He suddenly opened his eyes and looked straight at me. “Hi there, Kiddo!” Isn’t it strange that you dreamt about me not moving? After ten years. While I am paralyzed.”
We talked for over an hour. Talked about death and what he believed would happen next. His father had died and come back after flatlining for a couple of minutes. He had recounted what his father had seen on the other side. I told him about what my Dad saw while he was in Palliative care. He said I will be with your Dad soon. I’ll be watching him paint! I told him that I got a lot of signs from Dad when he passed, and I was also expecting signs from him. He laughed. Do you want me to come and tickle your toes in the middle of the night? For a moment, I thought that could be a bit scary, but I answered I was expecting no less. I told him what he meant to me. What he did for me, what he brought to me. How happy I was with him, how he expanded my athletic and sportive horizons! He was so surprised.
“I don’t deserve all that you are telling me,” he said through his laborious breathing.
“Yes, Bob, you do deserve to hear it. One of the big gifts you gave me was courage!”
“What? Nothing stops you!”
“Really, Bob? I am a chicken shit when it comes to sports… you got me back on skis, for crying out loud! I was then skiing the hardest hills. Skidooing through forests and mountains in the Laurentians. I went rollerblading with you, triking, and hiking! All things I did not do before. I have so much to be thankful for. You are a wonderful and great person, and I just want to thank you.
I found out he was going to be at a Palliative care center near me. I told him I would come to visit.

As I walked to my car, I felt relieved. I had found out that his best friend Michel had called and gone to see him. Bob had told me what happened between them. It wasn’t necessary, he said. They had mended their relationship. Sigh of relief! There it was; I believed I was the catalyst for them to mend their friendship, and I said all there was to say. I had done what my dream wanted me to do now, I can go back and finish writing my book about my little Mermaid, Aquarella. I didn’t know it then, but this dream chasing episode was far from over.