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12:20:2002 Entry: "Ann : DREAM creeped me out"

DREAM creeped me out

I dreamt that Stan and I were at my grandparent's house*. They were still alive. They weren't that old, even, like maybe just a little older than my parents. My grandmother was talking non-stop, as my mom, her daughter-in-law, always said she did. She and my grandfather and Stan were in the living room having a conversation. I wanted to go in there with them, but I knew I wouldn't be able to get a word in edgewise (as my dad always complained of). Finally I went in there with my iBook and started working on something. Then she said something like, 'ooh, let me see what you're doing," and started oohing over my digital art. She leaned her head on my shoulder as she watched me work. She never moved it though...it was like she was a zombie. I could feel her body as she sat next to me...her pulse was very strong, almost too strong, like it was straining to work (IRL she died of a stroke...I don't know if that's relevant). She also wasn't tiny and frail as my mom always complained--"that woman was never over 100 pounds in her life!" She actually seemed more my size. I sort of pushed her head aside, partly because it was uncomfortable, partly because I didn't want her to die on me. Then I remember Stan talking about having to fix the stream in the attic. I wasn't sure what he meant...I asked him if the roof was leaking. He said no, it had nothing to do with a leaky roof, and expained it in supernatural terms, like the stream was coming from somewhere else...another place. As he went upstairs, I found this very strange passageway covered by a metal door that I was able to force a utensil under and lift up. I saw outside...it was an older, but very nice, middle-class neighborhood, nothing like the quasi-ghetto, low-income neighborhood my grandparents lived in. I thought since the time the house was sold after my grandmother died and my grandfather moved out to Colorado so that my dad could keep an eye on him back in 1972 or 1973, that the yuppies moved into the neighborhood for urban rehabilitation. IRL, it was a pretty neat old Victorian house...or so I remember when I was nine, just ripe for the revitalization movement in the Boston area around that time.

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*This was my dad's parents. I have dreamt about my mom's mom before after she died, but not this set of grandparents. I don't even remember my grandmother much as she died when I was 11 or so. I think I saw her like three or four times that I can remember...once when they came to visit us in Raynham, MA when I was about 6, (they lived in Malden, a suburb of Boston), once when we went to a wedding of my dad's cousin in Providence, possibly another time when we went to visit them while we still lived in MA, and the last time when I was about 9 and we were living in upstate New York. They didn't travel much, as my grandfather had arthritis and couldn't walk and they didn't have much money. They didn't even go to my parent's wedding as it was 1000 miles away. At my baptism, my dad wanted them to be my godparents, but because they lived 1000 miles away and couldn't make it, my parents had some other people they knew stand in for them. Weird. Guess that's why I'm an atheist.

By Ann @ 20:23 AM CST:12:20:02 ..::Link::..