Dream Number 2 with Pops

I'm starting to think that deceased loved ones can invade your dreams when you're in a deep sleep. Its funny, last night me and my uncle were talking about my grandfather and our regrets. He regrets not putting him on machines to keep him alive. My regret is not going to see him in his final moments.

I was scared, that's what it all comes down to. I didn't want to see him like that. Everyone says he looked peaceful and like Pops, but the point is, death was only moments away from taking him. I just couldn't bring myself to it. That's my regret, but I had this odd dream last night.

I usually dream a lot and they range from just random stuff to things that can make one think. This one might be my own mind trying to bring my closure with my regret. Here's what happened:

My grandmother tells me that Pops is coming home and I said, "What do you mean? He died." I then check the date on the calendar and it says, "September 8th," a month before he passes on October 22nd. I've had these dreams numerous times where he never died and he was still in the hospital. This dreams are very repetitive, but not this part. This part seems too odd to just say, it was only a dream.

The next bit is where Pops is driving and I'm riding passenger. I look over at him and he looks just as normal as can be. We're driving down the highway from Lyndonville, VT to Littleton, NH. This is a route we took many times when he was in the salvage business and I would help him. It also looked to me like we were driving his big blue, 2500 truck, which would haul the canisters we would get from NSA and Aerospace.

"How are you doing?" I ask him.

"Great. I feel great. I'm not in any pain anymore."

"That's good."

At this point I can actually feel tears swelling in my eyes. I can just feel everything. It all seems so real.

"I want to tell you, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not going to see you before you died."

"Jamie, don't be sorry. When one life ends, another begins." ---Not sure what he meant by the last sentence.

But here's the creepiest part. "Don't worry about it. But you got to wake up now."

And just like that, my eyes opened and I could feel tears running across the side of my face, just like in the dream.

Maybe its coincidence that the dreams are acting intelligent to what I'm feeling. Maybe its my subconscious trying to unravel some regrets and put my stress at ease. But sometimes, even as irrational as it sounds, I would like to think his spirit is powerful enough to pull me from this world to his world. How great that would be.