My Sister's Dream

The other day my sister, Alexia, dreamt with our deceased father.  She said that in the dream, we were standing with him, alongside a woman she did not recognize, in an apartment in New York City she was considering making an offer on. Let me backtrack: for several months now my sister and her husband have been looking for a place to buy. They have run into all sorts of problems from landlord/tenant litigation on certain properties to no elevators on co-ops that were on 6 and 7th floors. Her need to find a place has been excacerbated by the fact that she is due in several months and the building where she rents does not allow children. In any case, she recently found a place in Manhatten and even though it needed considerable work, it was spacious and comfortable.  Due to her tight budget, she was considering offering $50,000 less than the asking price, but thought it too much of a stretch to be considered a legitimate offer.  So, she forgot about the place and decided to keep searching.

In the dream, we were walking around the apartment when my father turned to my sister and said “just make the offer.”  Then, the woman, who had stepped into one of the rooms, called my father and asked him to dance with her. According to my sister, this woman was dark, sassy and kind, and she would have been my father’s ideal type in life.  Alexia woke up happy. Besides getting her sign about the offer,  she said my father was truly and madly in love - for the first time ever.

Let me explain that my sister’s life revolves around the messages in her dreams. It could be a talent bestowed by my Native American mother, who also has the same abilities.  Once, when my best friend was getting married in New Jersey, Alexia dreamt she saw the wedding party attending both a wedding and a funeral.  Sure enough, the best man was killed in a car accident the night of the rehearsal dinner. There have been so many dreams that have been metaphorical, symbolic and have provided both her and me insight and guidance.  Another one I can recall was the one she had the week before my father had a heart attack and fell into an irreversible coma that lasted a couple of months before he died.  That time, she dreamt he was in a body bag, which she and I were trying to tear apart as we thought he was still alive. 

This time, I thought it a wonder my father was in love, even in that other place.   He deserved it. For all his wives (3) and lovers in real life, his relationships were tumultuous and lacking in any real affection. He was never happy and now he was.

The day after the dream my sister made an offer on the place, to the chagrin of the real estate agent who said the owner would never accept it. Two days later, the same agent called to tell her the place was hers.