I’m standing on a credenza with a tall bookshelf chocked full of books and knick knacks. I’m handing my Grandpa Coffey (deceased since 1990) items from the shelf as if we were cleaning or packing them away.
One of the items I pick up is a wooden homemade contraption about the length of a ruler but slightly “L” shaped – could’ve been a crude back scratcher or some other kind of utility tool for Lord knows what (he was handy like that).
On the backside handle of this “tool” was a landscape picture showing a scene from one of our family camping trips we used to go on. Grandpa sometimes joined us. He also lived with us for long stretches of time when I was growing up. The picture showed my entire family as if someone had taken the picture from a few sites down from us, complete with our dog, tent, a lake….
I begin crying in my dream.
I woke up. No tears, but curious why this scene and imagery has appeared at this time in my life? Yes, I could tie more than a few current events to the obvious messages; significance of loved ones, family, special moments and token knick knacks.
Everytime I think of the dream now I get emotional.