I am not one to dream often…or at least I don’t often remember my dreams if I have them. And I can’t recall that I’ve had a dream about Vernon since his ordeal began.

But last night I had such a vivid dream about him, I can’t shake it this morning.  Not that I want to: it was a GOOD dream.  In it, I was visiting the hospital, the same one he is in now, and instead of the labored speech and inconsistent focus we have been getting from him lately, he spoke smoothly, gently, the way he used to.  In the dream, the staff and I just looked at each other with amazement as if to say: When did he start doing this? Did it happen overnight?  We just shrugged our shoulders, smiled, and turned back to listen to Vernon, tears in everyone’s eyes.

And that was it.  But it was so vivid, I wanted to drive up there immediately after waking to see if it was true. I know it isn’t, and I can’t get up there today anyway. So I’m just writing it down to seal the memory before I forget it like I forget most dreams I have.

Vernon Blue

Vernon Blue

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