I've always had really vivid dreams, some which make sense and others that are just bizarre. Last night- or more accurately- this morning, due to almost sleeping in, I had one that's still got me thinking.
From what I remember, I was living in a different house. That's not too weird since I often dream that my husband and I are moving. Usually, we sell our house and buy one that needs a lot of work. The new houses are never nice, extremely messy (one of them even had rotted food left in the kitchen for me to clean up), and always I'm panicking over why we sold our house for "this." Anyway, in this dream the house had a basement with three bedrooms and a large closet for my photo albums and books. Oh, and my dad lived there. He informed us that my brother was moving in too.
Before I had time to adjust to living with my dad and brother again, I was walking through a mall and saw a lot of people who I went to college with. I was talking to them about basketball and my writing. As I was leaving, toward a long hallway, I saw a former neighbor who played for the GU basketball team. He remembered me and as we were talking we walked toward a large fish tank. After passing the tank, I lost him among the crowd.
I then walked toward a door which was being held open and that's when I saw them...my grandma and grandpa. They were both standing in the doorway, essentially holding the door open for people. I wanted to reach them and talk to them. You see, my grandpa passed away five months ago, yet in my dream, he looked so healthy and happy. He wasn't reclined in a chair, or unable to walk without assistance, or barely able to speak. He was happy and vibrant and standing proudly beside my grandma. I wanted to reach them and hug them both, but I was only able to get to my grandma and hug her. Before I could touch grandpa and tell him how much I miss him, I woke up.
I don't know what my dream meant, it didn't make much sense at all. What I do know is that I woke up this morning with an ache in my chest, knowing that I'll never again see my grandpa alive. I wish I could have reached him before the dream ended, if nothing else than to tell him one more time how much I love him.
From what I remember, I was living in a different house. That's not too weird since I often dream that my husband and I are moving. Usually, we sell our house and buy one that needs a lot of work. The new houses are never nice, extremely messy (one of them even had rotted food left in the kitchen for me to clean up), and always I'm panicking over why we sold our house for "this." Anyway, in this dream the house had a basement with three bedrooms and a large closet for my photo albums and books. Oh, and my dad lived there. He informed us that my brother was moving in too.
Before I had time to adjust to living with my dad and brother again, I was walking through a mall and saw a lot of people who I went to college with. I was talking to them about basketball and my writing. As I was leaving, toward a long hallway, I saw a former neighbor who played for the GU basketball team. He remembered me and as we were talking we walked toward a large fish tank. After passing the tank, I lost him among the crowd.
I then walked toward a door which was being held open and that's when I saw them...my grandma and grandpa. They were both standing in the doorway, essentially holding the door open for people. I wanted to reach them and talk to them. You see, my grandpa passed away five months ago, yet in my dream, he looked so healthy and happy. He wasn't reclined in a chair, or unable to walk without assistance, or barely able to speak. He was happy and vibrant and standing proudly beside my grandma. I wanted to reach them and hug them both, but I was only able to get to my grandma and hug her. Before I could touch grandpa and tell him how much I miss him, I woke up.
I don't know what my dream meant, it didn't make much sense at all. What I do know is that I woke up this morning with an ache in my chest, knowing that I'll never again see my grandpa alive. I wish I could have reached him before the dream ended, if nothing else than to tell him one more time how much I love him.
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