The Whole 9 Yards

Mark visited me in my dream the other night. I woke up feeling so light and heavy at the same time. That dream was full of symbolism, but I won’t go into the other parts. I feel like I have to share what I saw and felt when Mark was in it.

So here goes.

I was in court. I was being sued by someone. Interesting to note, the person who sued me in my dream is also someone who antagonizes me in my waking life. One of the many symbolisms in the dream.

Anyway, this court room looks more like a church. It’s ivory. It’s the most beautiful courtroom I could ever imagine. It was truly divine. It felt sacred almost. Everyone in the crowd was also wearing white. I couldn’t see the faces. Another important detail was, I didn’t see my dad in the dream but I knew he was in the room and just knowing he was there made me feel safe.

I walk deeper into the court room and I see Mark. He was so close to me. I felt his presence. His face. His voice. It was literally like I was talking to him face to face, but I couldn’t make anything of what we were saying. Then he went up to the podium. Apparently, he was speaking for my opponent.

Mark wanted to become a lawyer. I think that’s what he was in my dream.

I remember staring at Mark as he spoke. He was speaking in front of a crowd. He still looks the same. Forever 19. Forever young. He had piece of paper in his hand. I remember feeling myself smile when I saw Mark looking down at the piece of paper as he spoke. Such a familiar sight.

Mark, I thought I’d never see you again. Thank you for visiting me, angel.

In my dream I was conscious that he was gone. But I was slipping in and out of reality because I remember thinking, wow he’s really here and he’s doing amazing, maybe 2018 was just a dream and it didn’t really happen.

Another significant person in the dream is our friend Michael, who, by the way, is now a doctor. I’m very proud of him. Michael was sitting next to me. Staring at me, he was crying, and the way he looked at me. There was a tenderness, sadness…comfort in his eyes, he knew what was going on in my head.

Michael touched my arm and told me, I really hope you win.

I think Michael’s role in my dream was to keep me in touch with reality.

I look back at Mark, and I still cannot make anything of what he’s saying. It was muffled words. So I try to I walk closer to him. I bump into another person and asked when would I speak, (remember I was being sued) and the person said “you wont, we will speak for you”, in a protective way.

As I made it closer to the podium, Mark was gone.