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jueves, 24 de noviembre de 2011

Strange Family

last night I dreamed I went to my grandfathers funeral, in real life I was around five years old when he died and my grandmother was in good health, in the dream I was older like 25-38 and my grandmother was sick, we took our grandfathers body in an airplane to be buried in mexico city, but once we got his body to the house in mexico city we placed him ontop of another body that was already there, the next day we were going to go to the cemetery, in real life I just know we went directly to the cemetery in a caravan of cars and I didnt know any of the details about anyhthing also it was the first time I heard about taking communion and I wanted to take communion but my father said I was too young or something, I remember feeling sad at the time of the communion for my grandfather but about five minutes later I was playing in the cemetery with my cousins and I remember trying not to step on the stones... after that I had another mucical dream but I forgot what it was about, I just remember the music playing over and over again in my head... one more thing about my grandfather is that I only have one real life memory of him, I was at his house in mexico city the one I say looks like the brady bunch house because it had alot of rooms and I was in his office on the little hall infront of all the rooms, I was sitting at his desk playing with what looked like a billiard eight ball but it had a little window and it was filled with petroleum, you shook it and a message appeared on the little window, it just had three messages, yes, no and maybe. so I was playing with that trying to see how many messages it had when he came up the stairs, he stopped looked at me and then went inside his room, he didnt talk to me or anything, and thats the only memory I have of him, he went to visit our house sometimes and he was soposed to be very friendly and stuff but I have no memory of those ocations I just remember that one time... I called it strange family because since yesterday I mentioned friends families who I avoided because they were weird, so I guess my family is weird in its own way...

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