I am sure that everyone who has lost a loved one has dreams about that person so real that you can't help but feel a little disappointed when you wake up, and realize that it was just a dream.I lost my dad when I was only 7 years old. The first few years after his death, I dreamed a lot of my him but one particular dream stands out. I was around 13.
I'd like to point out that I have not had any more dreams that even come close to how real this one felt. I still remember every detail of it. The main ones were that he was dressed in a white tuxedo and was driving a white 70's model Cadillac. The backround was just a long winding country road in the middle of an open field. I was out on the side of the road when he came by. In the dream, I was so happy to see him again alive. He told me to get in the car, that he wanted to tell me some things and wanted to spend a little more time with me. We set off on a little road trip. I felt so at ease, so serene driving around with him. He didn't say much other than he loves us (his wife and kids) and that he knows we miss him but advised me not to be sad, that he is ok. I told him that I wanted to stay with him driving around forever. After a long pause, we were back to where he picked me up and he told me that it wasn't time yet. We hugged, and I didn't want to let him go. I told him again that I wanted to go with him and he kept telling me that he loved me but it was time for me to go back. He reassured me that we are all going to be ok.
That's when I woke up. It's difficult to explain but after that, I never again felt that void of losing a loved one. Of course, I still miss him and I sometimes wonder how life would have been if he were still around but I don't feel crippled like I did before this dream.