That's kind of what my dream of Michael was like last night. I don't know how, but his mom and I were with him, and we were able to convince him that he needed to go back in time and change the course of his life so that we would have more time together. If it had been just me telling him that's what he needed to do, I don't think he would have done it, but he listened to his mom. I think that mirrors real life, because in real life I was always telling him he needed to make changes in his life. However, it wasn't until he sought the advice of his family members that he began to take action.
Then we just had to decide at what point in our history he would go back and change things. You would have thought I would have chosen to go all the way back to 1994, but in my dream I didn't want to have to go back to school to get my teaching credential all over again! So I suggested 2000. Kind of funny. Believe me, if going back in time were possible we'd go all the way back to 1994.
In the dream we were aware of the cancer and we wanted to find it sooner when it would be more treatable. So we decided that around 2006 he would start having full body scans - you know those ones that you pay for yourself. They were all the rage a few years ago. It seemed like a good plan.
We talked about how things would be different. How we would go to church together. How many kids we would have. How we would make our home larger and build a studio for him. All those things we wanted to do in real life but didn't have the time to do so. He even said he wouldn't travel for work so we'd have more time together. We were both really excited about how things would be different.
The best part of the dream was the sensation that we were together - that we were holding hands and looking at one another face to face. After agreeing upon what needed to be done, he set off to do what he needed to do and I went home to wait for him. The dream ended with me waiting for him to return.
It was such an elaborate dream and I didn't want it to end. I wanted to see what life would be like in that alternate reality. After Buffy got me up to feed her, I went back to bed to try and get back into the dream. I had more dreams but not that dream. Just goes to show that you can never go back.