My Sis’s Gift From the Other Side

I dreamed I returned to the room I had moved into. My departed sister Sheryl was in there, opening the two large windows to air the place out. It was an older room, a bit rustic, clean, but a stale smell since it had been closed for so long. I went into the room. I was resentful that she had opened the windows, but I noticed that the fresh air coming in the screens felt cool and refreshing. She was moving about the room and telling me that I could rearrange it any way I wanted but that I had to make sure there was room to get around it, to keep it uncluttered. She said, in her no-nonsense, Sheryl-type voice, “Tork, it’s time.” I knew she meant that it was time to live again. I started crying as she moved about the room and when she noticed my tears, I told her I really missed our mom. She pulled me over to her, wrapped her arms around me, and cried with me and told me that she did too. She let me know that it was okay to cry but that it was also time for me to go outside. I went to the window and noticed that it was a bright sunny warm day. I was nervous about having the windows opened like that – I wondered if anything bad would come in but noticed that the window was above the ground as if on a second story, a bit higher up than a first floor so that the ‘bad’ would be challenged to get inside easily. I finally ventured outside but she didn’t go with me. So, I guess it really is time. I resent her ‘telling’ me this, but it’s time.