Everybody has dreams.

Everybody will at least have 4-6 dreams a night.

We won't remember them.

Not all of them at least.

But we still have them.

Everything had started out with dreams.

I had a dream.

"I have a dream" was and still is one of the most popular beginnings of a very important speech.

We are all made up of dreams.

Even nightmares are dreams.

Nightmares are what entertain us at night.

They're our own little paranormal, thriller, or slasher movie.

Some of the worst nightmares have come true.

Spiders, snakes, babies, tigers, lions and bears, oh my. . . .

If you fancy Phobias, then go ahead.

Last night I had a dream.

I had many.

My poor little sister had a night terror.

My grandfather passed away.

And for the - cue frozen if you will- first time in forever, I was able to dream of him.

He wasn't a grummpy old fellow, he just rubbed off that way.

It took sometime to know him for who he was.

I admired the way he was stubborn.

He worked like no other man in the area of business.

His true nature was Devine. . . I still wish I could hear him say the small things like, "Help me in the yard will ya?".

Or on special occasions,

"What'a'ya doin' you simple minded nit-wit?".

And that's where I come to.

My dream.

My dream with him in it.

He was an image in the reflection of a window, but he looked so real. Almost as if I could touch him and feel his yellow cotton shirt.

His mustache went wide and bushy as he smiled at me.

"I'll be there to protect you and your sister and your mother", he said to me.

"I'll always be with you."

We went inside the house and found an open peanut butter jar.

And like all the logic in the dream I had to say,

"You forgot to close the peanut jar popop!"

I miss and love you.
dedication to my grandfather. An amazing son, firefighter, father, and grandfather.
RIP JASON.
OCTOBER 30, 2014.