Meeting Miss Nancy

The dream begins dockside on a small ship in the Pacific Northwest. I am with my old retired army buddy Kal. My buddy and I served many years together in Michigan National Guard, Kal and I, with a handful of other retired vets, board what looks like a grey navy ship. We are going on cruise up the inside passage.

The waters inside the inside passage are calm and mirror like as we motor north. It is a warm beautiful summer day. Ahead on our starboard side, heading south, we see a vessel that is some type of barge or ferry. This boat has been specially constructed for the Army Corp of Engineers to carry a helicopter. The helicopter is one of those old bell 47 choppers with the glass dome wind shield. I watch it go by and wonder to myself where it is headed and what it will be used for.

Suddenly, I am feeling quite tired and decide to turn in for the night. I head below to find a rack to sleep in. I climb up into a bunk and fall asleep.

The next day I wake up to discover we have made port in some Alaskan fishing village. My companions have all gone into town. Nearby I can see what looks like a shopping mall. I walk down the gangplank, down the pier and right into the front entrance of the mall. The space inside the mall is set up much like a convention centre with booths and stalls set up everywhere. Immediately in front of me are a set of stairs leading to a lower level. When I reach the bottom I see a lectern and on the lectern is a guest book is open. I see a sign with a photo of Nancy Reagan. Apparently I have wandered into a funeral. Is this Mrs Reagan's funeral? It looks that way, but I think not. Next thing I know Nancy walks into the room! Nancy looks at me with a knowing smile. No words are spoken between us. I bow my head out of a show of respect for the former first lady. I have fond memories of the Reagan Administration.  President Reagan was a great man.

Nancy walks into an adjoining room. In this room are about 7 or 8 ladies gathered together with a photographer to sit for a group portrait. I look to my left and I see a small auditorium. I see a closed casket to the left and seated in the front row of seats I can see Kal and four other of our veteran friends. Who is in the casket I do not know. On the opposite side of the room between the front row of seats and the casket I can a see a soldier in his dress uniform standing behind a swinging wood door. His head and shoulders and lower legs are all that are visible. I can just  make out there is a folded flag in his arms and it is being held over his heart with both hands. This is where the dream ends.

Mrs Reagan passed on March 11, 2016. I have not thought of her in years. She seemed like such a nice person. She had a warm wonderful smile just like the President. It was an honour to have served during the Reagan years.

Why am I meeting Miss Nancy in a dream? My buddy Kal and I are Cold War veterans. A lot of the old soldiers we served with have passed on now. We both have been to our share of funerals. Honestly, I do not know what to think about with this dream. It would have been great to have met Nancy in the waking world. Perhaps I have met her in the spirit world? I feel like I have.

I served in the U.S. Coast Guard in Alaska as well during my long military career. I am well familiar with Alaska, ships and the communities there. The geography has been imprinted on my mind. I will never forget my time spent there and the people I met. I gave up many years in selfless patriotic service to my country. Perhaps my mind is indulging itself in nostalgia. Note to self: clearly I need to ponder this dream a lot more deeply to glean some messages or information from it. This means something.