06-07-2014, 11:03 PM
I was sitting out on my back porch watching the stars with my husband tonight when the smell of the dampened lilies and fresh mint from my garden made me think fondly of my Grandmother. She had always taught me to love and appreciate plants and flowers. As I thought of her, I remembered a dream I had as a little girl. I don't remember how old I was exactly, but I remember the dream as if I had just had it.
My grandmother used to hunt for arrow heads down by a creek near her old home. Often, she would find beautiful colored bottles washed up in the sand and she would bring them home and clean them, then put them on display at her house. She would always tell me that when she passed away, that she would give me those bottles. No one wants to think of their grandparents passing away... and I know it sounds silly that something like old bottles would mean so muchto someone, but I truly loved those bottles and the stories behind them, but I wanted her to keep them and live forever.
In my dream I was at home in my bedroom. I had a tiny decorative table in the room and had just finished arranging her bottle collection on the table when I heard mymom yelled for me... and she sounded VERY angry. I ran into the laundry room to find her doing laundry and asked if she had called me. She said she had not. It was actually normal for me to hear my mom or dad yell for me only to find that they didn't... so I shrugged it off and turned to leave the laundry room when I heard my bottles clinking against one another.
I had imagined my brother or baby sister was in my room messing with the bottles, so I stormed back down the hall. On the way to my room, in the hallway, wedged between the wall and the carpet, was a paintbrush, and I picked it up before entereing my room. When I got into the room, I didn't find my brother or sister... instead, there was a huge black figure standing behind my bottles, glaring at them with glowing red eyes. I was shocked and frightened and threw the paintbrush at whatever it was, when it zipped like a black blur into my closet and dissapeared.
My grandmother is actually still alive today as my last living grandparent and she still has all of her bottles... but that dream has always kinda bothered me...
My grandmother used to hunt for arrow heads down by a creek near her old home. Often, she would find beautiful colored bottles washed up in the sand and she would bring them home and clean them, then put them on display at her house. She would always tell me that when she passed away, that she would give me those bottles. No one wants to think of their grandparents passing away... and I know it sounds silly that something like old bottles would mean so muchto someone, but I truly loved those bottles and the stories behind them, but I wanted her to keep them and live forever.
In my dream I was at home in my bedroom. I had a tiny decorative table in the room and had just finished arranging her bottle collection on the table when I heard mymom yelled for me... and she sounded VERY angry. I ran into the laundry room to find her doing laundry and asked if she had called me. She said she had not. It was actually normal for me to hear my mom or dad yell for me only to find that they didn't... so I shrugged it off and turned to leave the laundry room when I heard my bottles clinking against one another.
I had imagined my brother or baby sister was in my room messing with the bottles, so I stormed back down the hall. On the way to my room, in the hallway, wedged between the wall and the carpet, was a paintbrush, and I picked it up before entereing my room. When I got into the room, I didn't find my brother or sister... instead, there was a huge black figure standing behind my bottles, glaring at them with glowing red eyes. I was shocked and frightened and threw the paintbrush at whatever it was, when it zipped like a black blur into my closet and dissapeared.
My grandmother is actually still alive today as my last living grandparent and she still has all of her bottles... but that dream has always kinda bothered me...