As in most dreams things switch and change, but earlier in the dream both Nano (my grandmother) and Tato (my grandfather) are there; alive and healthy and walking around. At some point my dream changes and I am in their house; the house I grew up in, on Texas Road ~ although the magnitude of this is not realized until the end of the dream.
As I am sitting in this familiar living room, which is different from the actual room, but feels exactly like it; I am typing and working on something that I find relaxing and I am very content and in a state of concentration. In walks one of the kids I used to work with wanting to watch a music video, and he has brought in a tape to play on the TV. I plead with him that I don’t think it is a good idea, as I believe it is a rap video and think it will disturb my concentration. He pleads back (as was usual with this particular kid, but also one of my favourites). Then I hear someone, a staff from where I used to work, call for him and he leaves.
The dream then changes so that I am still in the same room, but I notice that the walls are pastel in colour. This is different from the living room on Texas Road, but it still retains the same feel and significance and feels just like it. I notice that the walls are painted in two different colours, with a light pink wall behind me and a pastel green wall to my left. The set up of the room is also different, and its placement is identical to a bedroom in my Aunt’s house, where the door that leads out of the room, opens to a hallway with a bathroom off to the right.
Here I am working in the old living room of my grandparents’ house where I used to live, and I see my Nano walk by to go to the bathroom. She then comes into the living room and walks towards me. She is wearing a light coloured dress (white background), with small flowers in the same pastel pinks and greens, holding a large sturdy dark cream/tan coloured bra; as if she decided to take it off while she was in the bathroom. She is very healthy and happy and smiling with her eyes and her mouth. I know that she is not alive in my dream, but she is also not a spirit, and for the intent of the dream she is very real and present.
She walks up to me smiling and we begin to speak in French. Instead of her native Italian we are communicating in French and she expresses how much she likes the living room and the changes that have been made. I take careful note of her face and her features, and I am drawn to the curve and angle of her chin. During the short conversation I am very aware that my French is not perfect and try to communicate as best I can, but she does not seem to notice or care; but rather she listens intently and responds as if I have spoken perfectly. She then hugs me, and I begin to cry. Our cheeks are touching and a tear brushes her cheek. My dream then becomes very lucid and begins to fade, but I am still crying and trying to hold onto the elements of the dream.... I am now fully awake with my eyes closed trying to record and remember as much as possible, in between tears of appreciation and gratitude… and so I am now typing it out so that I don't forget.
...this is the third dream so far in my lifetime
that has resonated so strongly in emotion, feeling and impact…
