Callie visited in my dream last night. I just know it.
In the dream, I had just arrived in Dubai to visit my sister and brother-in-law. It was a long flight and I was jet-lagged and couldn’t tell what time of day it was as I arrived at their apartment complex. Strangely, their home was in a much more temperate climate than one would expect for Dubai and it looked nothing like the pictures I have seen. In the dream, it was in the middle of a misty forest, serene and surrounded by clouds.
Carly and Mark greeted me and I immediately wanted to see someone, in the dream it felt like their child. So, I was led upstairs. Lots and lots and lots of stairs. Along the way, there were decorations on the wall. One was a photograph of a sunset that had white writing on it, but the words escape me now. After what seemed like an eternity of spiraling stairs, I arrived at the top floor, an overlook to the rest of the house. The overlook was missing its railing and I felt a little afraid of the dizzying height of the loft.
Ahead of me was a little girl.
A little girl with dark brown hair.
And she was playing with two other children…one was definitely a boy but I cannot remember the other child very distinctly now. As I walked towards her, there was a sign in stained glass to my right. It looked much like the type of stained glass sign one would see hanging over a poker table. The background was white and the writing was green, but I have no idea what it said anymore. I wish I did.
The children were huddled together playing on the floor. As I approached, the little girl said, “Look!”, and as she did so, she leaned over the edge of the loft and her dark brown hair fell into her face so that I could not see her features. I came next to her…and looked, the other children behind me…
…and then the alarm clock rang.
Upon awakening, I knew instantly that Callie had visited me in my dream and began to cry, wishing I had more time with her. What had the sign said? What about the sunset photograph? Little messages from my angel that I wish I could have back. It just had to have been her. Misty clouds? Stairs to up above? I was going to her home in heaven, but felt a little scared at being there. Who were the children with her? I wish I could remember their features… I feel certain that she was playing with some of her other angel friends, babies lost too soon, and I wonder if those little ones belonged to other angel mommies I know. As we looked over the edge, I know that Callie was trying to tell me that she was watching over us.
It’s ok, Mom. I’m here. I’m watching. I’m always with you. Always.