Dreaming with the Dying
Several months ago, I went to see a dear friend in the hospital, in a coma after a severe car accident and emergency brain surgery. I touched him and spoke to him silently, telling him how much I loved and appreciated him. The next morning, I awoke from a beautiful dream where I was holding him, dancing as we did in a performance group together some years ago. He looks right into my eyes, so open and powerful. He was taken off life support and died three hours after that dream, which feels like affirmation that he had received love, and my holding him, energetically and emotionally, and that he saw me and was aware of everything that was going on, even from his remote place.
I am a psychotherapist, writer, artist, and dream teacher in Boulder, CO.