In this dream an older man walks by me, a man whose last words before this dream were “I never want to see you or hear from you again.” He turns and says, “I think it’s time you started talking to me again.” I stand and we embrace. I tell him, “That way leaves a cold and lonely hole inside you, doesn’t it?” He answers and begins sobbing against my shoulder, “I love you.”
I answer again, “I know. I knew that even when you didn’t.”
I wake, wondering whether the dream was prayer or prophecy and then remember that those two often walk together.