Last month, after I wrote “An Earlier Than Usual Bruce Dream,” I decided I wasn’t going to write about Bruce in March because I feel I said everything I had to say last year. But last night I had another Bruce dream, only I was able to consciously change the usual ending of me not being able to get to him and I thought I’d write about it to see if anyone else has ever consciously changed their dreams while sleeping.
Here’s the scene: I can’t get in touch with Bruce even though I just discovered he was alive. In my dream I knew what was happening and so I forced myself to change the outcome. I knew he was in the kitchen taking something out of the oven. Usually, in previous Bruce dreams, something would hold me back from getting into the place he was, but I consciously told myself to go into the kitchen and I did! I jumped on his back (like I used to when he was alive) and hugged him and kissed him and told him how much I missed him and he laughed and hugged me back. I woke up feeling really good instead of sad and drained.
I changed my dream. How cool is that?
Bruce would have been 49 years old today. Happy birthday, babe.
He’s been gone for 25 years now, but our daughter has been alive for 25 years. Ah, the irony. Here she is with her birthday crepe. I hope her wish comes true.