Living the Dream


I had the most wonderful dream last night. This is unusual for me. Ever since I was very young, the majority of my dreams have been nightmares. Last night’s dream did have some bad moments but most of it felt remarkably fantastic.

So here’s the story: I went back to Clark Air Base, Angeles City, Philippines, in an effort to find my nanny Veronica. I couldn’t recall her last name, but I felt certain I could track her down if she was still alive. I was aware, yet also oblivious, that trying to find an aging Filipino named Veronica in Angeles City was absurd.

Still, I soldiered on.

I walked into the first house that felt like one in which I’d find Veronica. A house that seemed perhaps like one in which I lived. I asked the woman in residence if she knew anyone named Veronica.

“No,” she said politely, without questioning why I was in her home.

I asked her again.

“Yes,” she said, “actually I do.”

At that moment I felt a finger in my arm, and heard a voice say, “It’s you.”

I turned and it was Veronica. She was old and half of her jaw was missing (scary part). We hugged and cried.

As I began to tell her about my father’s death,  Beau suddenly appeared in a big chair near us. He had Alzheimer’s and was mumbling. Veronica looked lovingly at him. I was thinking, “Wait, I guess he’s not dead.” But then Beau disappeared as quickly as he’d materialized.

I told Veronica that I needed a place to sleep. She took me to a French boarding school for girls and they provided me with a couch. I kept trying to get a picture of me with Veronica but my iPhone wouldn’t cooperate. Each of the pictures only showed me.

I sat and listened to the French lessons before I fell asleep.

And then I woke up for real in my own bed.



4 Comments Add yours

  1. Barb says:

    Veronica’s last name is Abenes

    1. nancybercaw says:

      Wanna go find her with me?

  2. M.A. Swearingen says:

    …beautiful, a gift for you, from both of them.

  3. Allan says:

    Having dreams like that (as I do often, featuring my Mom, Dad, Bob, my brother, Big Pete) is something to look forward to and relish…I love that feeling when I awake from a dream like that…I am happy that you have them about Beau.

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