Having just read of a forum members Grandmothers passing :(, was reminded of my dream logged a few months ago and perhaps this is a relevant time to share it.
The dream evoked from a different time and place, the setting had splendid architectural features of iron and stone columns and features, a spiral staircase with sculpted rod iron railings and yet was not somehow in an indoor setting – it was open air. In the beginning of the dream there were forum members, who I only know by name here and some i’ve only briefly met. In the dream there was reading, recounting and general discussions in a warm kind atmosphere. My memory of same was overshadowed by what is recalled at the end. Coming down around the last few steps of the spiral staircase, could see an old woman with wiry white hair standing with her face turned to the side. There was recognition as she started to turn, and then I exclaimed in a questioning voice, Grandma, is that you. She turned and smiled and her arms opened as I rushed to greet her. We embraced and started to move in a dance and were both filled with joy - no words were spoken.
The impression was vivid and I woke to my amazement and wrote it down. She has been gone since 1986 (she was 86), and had always had strong childhood and adult memories up until she left. She was the kind of woman who was gentle and caring and remembered her fondly for her constant humming of little tunes that seemed to soothe time.
It takes something like a dream to think back and know how much you miss someone after such a long time, and yet the dream somehow speaks of them never really being that far away.
The dream evoked from a different time and place, the setting had splendid architectural features of iron and stone columns and features, a spiral staircase with sculpted rod iron railings and yet was not somehow in an indoor setting – it was open air. In the beginning of the dream there were forum members, who I only know by name here and some i’ve only briefly met. In the dream there was reading, recounting and general discussions in a warm kind atmosphere. My memory of same was overshadowed by what is recalled at the end. Coming down around the last few steps of the spiral staircase, could see an old woman with wiry white hair standing with her face turned to the side. There was recognition as she started to turn, and then I exclaimed in a questioning voice, Grandma, is that you. She turned and smiled and her arms opened as I rushed to greet her. We embraced and started to move in a dance and were both filled with joy - no words were spoken.
The impression was vivid and I woke to my amazement and wrote it down. She has been gone since 1986 (she was 86), and had always had strong childhood and adult memories up until she left. She was the kind of woman who was gentle and caring and remembered her fondly for her constant humming of little tunes that seemed to soothe time.
It takes something like a dream to think back and know how much you miss someone after such a long time, and yet the dream somehow speaks of them never really being that far away.