Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 3/19/2026
By wahblamy
This dream was really clear and loud so I will write her down. I was in a house with my step brother and we were getting ready for a dinner or something, he was cooking and I cooked a few things. We had been told that there was an old man upstairs who had died and he was laid in one of the beds, they were waiting for his body to come and be picked up. Weird things were happening this night, I can't remember them all but I do remember I went to lay down in the upstairs bedroom and I laid in a bed where my grandmother was sleeping, I was next to her but I couldn't get to sleep. In the same room the man was in a bed in a closet type room and I went and laid in that bed. I felt really good energy being close to him and then he wrapped his arms around me and embraced me! For a moment it felt really lovely but then I scrambled up in shock because he was supposed to be dead! He was definitely not dead and was very much alive, he was an older man, maybe mid 50s and felt Italian to me, sporting a big belly in a tight polo shirt. I ran downstairs to tell everyone what had happened. My audience was my step dad, mom and brother Luc. Luc kept on interrupting me in a stupid taunting way. I was beside myself basically yelling "CAN YOU LET ME TELL MY STORY?!". My mom and stepdad agreed, yes Luc, let her speak. I got my story across about the crazy night cooking with Jeremy in a storm, the dogs and then the crescendo, the dead man was alive and held me in the bed 😆. They heard the story but it didn't land and they kind of brushed past it. The only other parts I remember are seeing my dad's dog Holly in the kitchen but she has really long legs and is wearing a turquoise doggy coat. I point her out to my dad. Another part, I am in my room that seems to be in a basement and my brother is throwing clothes down the stairs to me and I am packing them away in drawers in the stairs. This scene relates to a move as well as I am trying to put the clothes away in a way that I will like but it just feels too new, not lived in enough. The end.