Honoring My Ancestors

My Dad used to say that the spirits of our ancestors speak to us in our dreams.  He also warned that we must take heed when we dream of our departed loved ones. 

I dreamt my mother called me. 

We chatted about Christmas, about her granddaughters and her great-granddaughter.   She asked about my life and I told her that I miss being married. 

I miss being with someone at night.  I miss flirting with someone in public and dislike having to miss my friends' gigs because I don't have a male escort to hang with. 

I hate trying to ditch horny drunks. 

I miss doing things that polite women don't speak of in public. 

For eleven years, my husband has been distant.  It's been over 3 1/2 years since we were coupled.   I'm lonely.   I wish the economy would improve so we could both move on. 

At this point, my mother became speechless. 

I hear the phone move. 

There is a new pattern of breathing on the line. 

It's my dad. 

He notes in his most sarcastic voice, in the way only he could

"You know, you're not divorced yet.  What in the hell do you want?  A threesome? 

It's your life kid, whatever rocks your boat.

We love you anyhow." 

In my dream, I find myself staring at the floor in stunned silence.  Inviting the man in the basement along would be the only way seeing someone else wouldn't be cheating at least until we get a lawyer to draft those papers and get them signed. 

I woke up a little freaked out because even though dad's been gone 25 years years now, I know he would say something like that just to get me to think.

Dad always did have a way with words. 

I'm pretty sure that the next time a guy comes on to me, I'm going to break out in a fit of laughter because I will think about that dream and hear my dad saying

"What in the hell do you want?"

Then I'll see an internal vision that will make me shudder.