mgran wrote:
In my dreams there are often people, whom I either know in person or by reputation. But although I recognise them in my dreams (whether it's my husband or Michael Angelo) they are rarely clearly defined. I hardly ever see a face in my dreams.
The only exception to this is when I dream about my son. Him I see clearly and vividly. Everyone else is a shape.
For example, I dreamt of my husband walking along a beach, with a white horse walking beside him. The water was very clearly defined in the dream, the way it washed over my husband's feet, the way his feet sank in the sand. The white horse was very clear, the way she let her head droop over my husband's shoulder. I could even see her eyelashes. But I couldn't see my husband's face.
Of course, that could be because he's dead. But it's so rare for me to see a human face in my dreams that when I do it's a major surprise.
At the risk of getting a slap on the wrist I am going to say; what a wonderful and beautiful dream you had of your husband. That's one of the most beautiful dreams featuring the presence of a lost loved-one that I have ever heard.
And now, to set things right and obey the rules of this thread - Almost all of my dreams contain other people, people I share my life with mostly, past and present. Also, disturbing others that I don't recognize but who pose a serious threat to me or my children. Also, groups of others who are tracking me and/or my children down to murder us and who are represented as evil and/or dangerous groups such as: Nazi's, Viet Cong, Motorcylce gangs, Mafia, drug-crazed teenagers - no Zombies....yet.
I can't think of why you'd get a slap on the wrist for saying it was a wonderful and beautiful dream.
It's his birthday today by the way. Or would have been. I'm glad that I can think of him, and dream about him, and those thoughts and dreams are good places to be.