Once again – blogging a dream mainly for myself to remember.
I’m in a house that is my house but not my actual house in real life. There are tons of houseguest and kids about as well as some friends of friends that I do not know. Nathan walks in the hall and he is about 5 or 6 and is wearing pajamas – perhaps his blue and red hot wheels pajamas. I smiled at him and told him I was glad to see him as I hadn’t seen him much today because he’s been off playing with all the kids. He walked out of the room and the person I was standing with asked if he was my son and I said yes.
This is one of the only dreams I have had of Nathan where I do not acknowledge during the dream that Nathan is actually dead. He just sliiped into my dream as if he was a part of my everyday life as usual. It was a nice treat.