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Title: my deceased gandmother Post by: guest88 on Jun 21, 2013 04:11 am last night was very interesting
lately i tend to have repetitive dreams that show my fears and insecurities when it comes to relationships. i don't like having these dreams but i'm finding a means in which to practice overcoming these things and anyways that's not entirely what last nights dream was about. it's a little late to be writing so this will be a bit choppy but i did indeed enjoy the last parts of my dream. i remember being in an office room of some sort, banging rythmically against a glass wall like structure. i was making a beat and i remember there were a bunch of drums and people in the room making really good music with all sorts of drumming type instruments. i only mention this part because it was more of the transition from a very stressful dream and then, by the end of the dream, i was in a car with my family feeling very happy and playful with my posture layed back and feet kicked up. i was playing a reed or blowing into some kind of wind type instrument(a second reference to musical instruments). it's odd though because i was certainly not being my age, i think, i felt more like a 5 year old. sitting behind me was an older women who looked very concern. i listened briefly while playing a gentle tune in my wind type instrument. the women told me she was worried about something and like a child not knowing what to do i frantically tried telling the adults about the older lady who was feeling scared impatiently moving up and down until someone could tend to her. out of no where my grandma came to the back seat to speak to her. i poked over the seat to listen. she asked, what was wrong and the woman replied she was scared of dying. i watched my grandma comfort her and tell her how it was going to be ok. i was soon pulled to life by my alarm- something very peculiar to me was my gem was out of place. last night i was feeling like i wanted the comfort of my sun stone. i wear a sun stone around my neck like a pendant and usually leave it draped on a door knob or something so the string doesn't tangle. well again last night i wanted to feel closer to my sun stone so i placed it under my pillow. now it's very odd to me to wake up with the necklace a few feet away from the base of my bed and layed out perfectly. i mean, the string was laying straight it wasn't thrown out from tossing or turning. my only explanation is i must have been to tired to realized i moved it, still-i'm left slightly baffled. well i thought it was neat to have a dream with my gandma involved because its been a while cheers ~ thanks for giving me a thread to share my interest and write these things out ~ Title: Re: my deceased gandmother Post by: Jitendra Hydonus on Jun 22, 2013 01:54 am Dragonpie do you have a desire to play instruments and would you want to work with elderly people going thru transition? Your
grandmother seemed to be there as your guide showing you how its done. The rhythm of life plays on. It is nice to have glass to see thru to the other side. :) Some of us feel the rhythm and melody of life. We may even be able to see thru the windows. Yet death is enevitable. How do we explian it to others. Will we be able to face it with ease as the time comes nearer for us? Just behind us it knocks at our door calling for an answer. Can we give a response? Can we console those nearing their transition? And what about our own life? Are we so caught up in its beat that we have no answers for our own aging and transition? Wonder if the knock of death is close by in our youth? How do we respond to it ?.....if it takes us in our youth? Title: Re: my deceased gandmother Post by: guest88 on Oct 17, 2013 08:59 pm hi steve i've lost a couple of friends at a young age. two from the same type of stroke. it was something in their head. i can't remember what it's called. one of them was a very close friend of mine who i always saw as having a bright light in his eyes and smile. very happy/playful. i think i wouldn't be the best to console others because i too am scared to die. |