Daily Prompt: Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)
by Krista on February 26, 2014
What is the best dream you’ve ever had? Recount it for us in all its ethereal glory. If no dream stands out in your memory, recount your worst nightmare. Leave no frightening detail out.
The best dream I’ve ever had, I don’t think was a dream at all; more of a vision. When my maternal grandmother was dying, the whole family was fighting. At that time, my maternal grandparents were considered middle-class, but they didn’t have enough to fight over. My maternal grandfather was still alive, anyway. What were they going to do? Kill him off so they could get their greedy fingers on what little he had?
It was all very unsettling to me. The fighting even continued through my grandmother’s funeral. It was an awful experience.
My, then divorced, mom had been living with my grandparents for some time; taking care of them. Her older brother was afraid she was going to inherit everything, because she had looked after them for so long. He lived in the same town, but never lifted a finger to help.
About a week after my grandmother’s funeral, he told my mom that she was going to have to move. He said, “I will look after dad by myself.” My mom said, “I will stay here. It is my home.” Her brother went crazy and started yelling at her, hitting her, and finally knocked her in the floor. She still has nerve damage in her legs and feet, even now.
I went crazy after that and went to my grandfather’s house and told them all off. I slapped my uncle a couple of times, but he didn’t dare to hit me back or make excuses for himself. I was totally out of my mind and would have killed them all if given a reason to. I was very protective of my mother.
Back to my dream, it was about a month after my grandmother’s funeral. I was working 3rd shift, at that time, and slept during the day while my youngest daughter was at school. My oldest daughter was involved in several after-school activities, so my youngest had to ride the bus home, often. It was near that time, in those minutes before becoming fully awake. My grandmother came to me. She was so real. She sat beside me on the bed and run her fingers through my hair, as she often did when she was alive. She talked to me for a while. I do not remember all that she said, but basically, she was telling me that everything was okay, to stop worrying so much, everything was going to work out fine.
She stood up and told me that she must go, because my youngest daughter was getting off the school bus and she didn’t want to scare her. Then she was gone.
My baby girl come into my bedroom. She knew she was supposed to wake me up when she got home, so that I could spend some time with her. I told her about my dream and we both felt better about everything that had happened.