Friday July 8, 2011

Last night, July 7th, I dreamed that I took my grandfather to my alma mater, the University of Virginia for a visit. We stayed in an old room that I couldn't identify that felt very historic. It could have been one of the lawn rooms.

It seemed like we arrived the night before because in the dream, I'm preparing the room for my grandfather to go to sleep and I even ask if he wanted to take a bath to which he never answered. It was rainy and extremely overcast.

The next morning to took him to the rotunda and it looked completely different inside. It had been remodeled to operate as office space for the president's office. It was full of desks, partitions, cubicles, printers, and filing cabinets and a bubbly male secretary greeted us. Clearly I was extremely disappointed- all of the historic furniture and preservation efforts had been abandoned and I didn't care to my grandfather some makeshift office space.

The dream ends with me discussing my disappointment with the renovation with a current student (a black girl with short curly brown hair).

Not sure what this one was about but the symbols are interesting. I recently found out that my grandmother passed away, leaving my grandfather a widower, they'd been married for 61 years and have 10 children together.

Also, my grandfather is NOTHING like Robert Freeman from Boondocks, I just thought this picture was hilarious.

Death Becomes Her

Friday, July 8, 2011

So I decided to revive the dream journal today because the past couple of dreams have been really fascinating.

Let's start with the night before last, which was the night of July 6th. I dreamed that I was at my mother's funeral. The funeral was being held at a grocery store. There a lot of people I didn't know including a TON of children- mostly black boys between the ages of 8 and 11. My mother's body was on view in the produce section among the potatoes in a wooden bin with a sliding glass top.

During the funeral, all of the children and a couple adults were talking and being extremely disrespectful. I flip out. I begin cursing and tell them to have some respect. I don't recognize any of them and I seem to be the only person present from my family.

We start the procession to view the body and once I get to my mother's body, she is wearing my old Virginia (UVa) hooded sweatshirt and there is a flannel red blanket draped across her from the waist down. Her hair was in a style that I hadn't seen in a loooong time. Of course I'm immediately concerned and wonder who decided on this look. Two of the boys start pulling at the blanket draped over my mother and I lose my temper on them as well and tell them to get away from my mother's body.

The dream ends with me crying over my mother's body and telling her how she's "one of my favorite people" and how I've never told her that and how much I'd miss her.

I woke up realizing it was a dream and breathing a huge sigh of relief.

When I searched the details of this dream on dreammoods.com, I found that dreaming about the death of your parents is evidence that the relationship with your parents is evolving into a new realm.