Sunday, March 27, 2005

i'll bear one precious scar

my family has a really strange phenomenon that graces us on really random intervals - the women 'dream' my deceased grandfather. he passed away in 1986 from lung cancer. he was 62 and as luck usually has it, no one had their fair share of time with him. this is gonna be a weird one, but if you know me even a little, you probably think i'm a witch anyway so this won't be so odd. the family gets together occasionally for holidays and stuff and while we're dining, someone might share how they recently 'dreamt him'. my sister, grandmother, and cousin are the usuals for his visits and he ALWAYS 'visits' in the same week. just to be extra clear, 3 or 4 of my women relatives will dream him in the same week and possibly even the same night and there's a big zero on the correlation scale. there's absolutely no explanation as to why this coincidence would happen on a regular basis like it does.

i've only dreamt him once since his death and it was pretty remarkable. i had pretty much just started grad school and was knee-deep in work stress. i wasn't in any sort of desperation, but i was definitely hurting and not at all sure what to do with my life. then one night in the midst of all this, there he was. in the dream, i was walking through an open house, which just so happened to be my aunt's first home in the early 80s. i slowly wandered through it checking every nook and cranny as one would normally do when perusing real estate. then i hit the dining room and there he was in the chair he always sat in. we didn't actually speak. i was somewhat alarmed-calm to see him there. he just sat with his arms folded and shook his head in proud approval. i woke up soon after and didn't really realize what had happened until a few days later at a family gathering. his behavior in my dream made me feel like i was actually headed down the right path. it was soothing to have his approval. turns out my grandmother had dreamt him that same night. crazy witches... anyways, the moral of the story is that i kinda need him right now. i need a little time in the dream world with him. i can't really explain why. i just do. the bat signal might very well be on but how the eff can you tell.

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