i had a dream about my papa (grandfather) last night. he died when i was 11....
it's thanksgiving, or some such gathering at my folks house (the house i grew up in). my mom and dad are tooting around, setting the table, fixing food, my dad's stoking the fire...typical things they do on these types of occasions. and my papa is there too...helping with this and that. he and i are talking, and he's cracking the best jokes, making me laugh. and my mom (it's her father) has a contented smile on her face...i know she's happy he's there. at some point i remark to myself that he seems so much better...without the emphysema and lung cancer that killed him. and then i "remember" "oh yeah, that was a long time ago, he's better now" ...then bits and pieces of the reality of the situation start filtering in, and it occurs to me that perhaps this is his ghost or spirit. so i ask my folks if they can see him. and my mom says, "oh yes, papa's here...of course". but i get that she means "in spirit" not in reality. and then i emphasize, "no, i mean, i can SEE him, can you?" and my mom stops and speaks to the air in front of her, "she can see you, did you know that?" and papa winks at me and says "i know". i'm the only one who hears this.
then i go out to the front yard...big oak tree, the front walk, rose bushes. papa is walking in front of me, and as he gets ahead of me, he transforms into a bird, a type of thrush with a rusty breast...(altho now that i think about it, it looked more like a california towhee...anyway). he's perched on something at waist height, and i walk up to him. "papa" i say, "is that still you?" the bird cocks its head to me with this look in it's eyes that is all too knowing. then i ask, "papa, will you always transform into a thrush when i'm out in nature so i'll know it's you...that you're there guiding me?" the thrush gives me that look again and then sends the message, "yes, but only when you're in california". ....and that's the end of the dream.
i've had similar dreams about my gram (father's side) but this is the first time, i think since perhaps he died, that i've dreamt about him. he was very dear to me. i woke up happy.
share a dream with me....
it's thanksgiving, or some such gathering at my folks house (the house i grew up in). my mom and dad are tooting around, setting the table, fixing food, my dad's stoking the fire...typical things they do on these types of occasions. and my papa is there too...helping with this and that. he and i are talking, and he's cracking the best jokes, making me laugh. and my mom (it's her father) has a contented smile on her face...i know she's happy he's there. at some point i remark to myself that he seems so much better...without the emphysema and lung cancer that killed him. and then i "remember" "oh yeah, that was a long time ago, he's better now" ...then bits and pieces of the reality of the situation start filtering in, and it occurs to me that perhaps this is his ghost or spirit. so i ask my folks if they can see him. and my mom says, "oh yes, papa's here...of course". but i get that she means "in spirit" not in reality. and then i emphasize, "no, i mean, i can SEE him, can you?" and my mom stops and speaks to the air in front of her, "she can see you, did you know that?" and papa winks at me and says "i know". i'm the only one who hears this.
then i go out to the front yard...big oak tree, the front walk, rose bushes. papa is walking in front of me, and as he gets ahead of me, he transforms into a bird, a type of thrush with a rusty breast...(altho now that i think about it, it looked more like a california towhee...anyway). he's perched on something at waist height, and i walk up to him. "papa" i say, "is that still you?" the bird cocks its head to me with this look in it's eyes that is all too knowing. then i ask, "papa, will you always transform into a thrush when i'm out in nature so i'll know it's you...that you're there guiding me?" the thrush gives me that look again and then sends the message, "yes, but only when you're in california". ....and that's the end of the dream.
i've had similar dreams about my gram (father's side) but this is the first time, i think since perhaps he died, that i've dreamt about him. he was very dear to me. i woke up happy.
share a dream with me....
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I've not been around here much lately. I'm going thru a semi non-SG mode right now. My boy just moved out of state to further his career and I don't know where we stand just yet. So I decided to sign up on Friendster and find old friends. So I've been engrossed in that right now. I've got to start socializing again, I've forgotten how to do it in person since it's been nearly 4 years since I've been single. Very strange to me.
The only sea creatures I get to see are dead ones and photos/videos of them. If I go out with the research crew on the river by my house they net sturgeon and I take photos. Have you ever seen a sturgeon? Such an amazing prehistoric fish and huge! I'll post a picture of a Hickory Horned Devil for you and one of some of the sea creatures I get to see.
I can't recall any recent dreams right now. I used to keep a dream journal and write them all down. But I haven't had very many good dreams for yearrs now but they seem to be getting a lot better now. wonder why?
Sorry my journal cut off on you it's been acting up.
take care. * hearts SQP*