My very first come to life "dream" was when I was 4. Psychologists will tell you you really don't remember much before the age of 5, but I digress...
I seldom dream, and rarely remember my dreams. Anyways, I dreamed my grandmother was in the kitchen, humming one of her favorite songs. She always had a smile on her face. She loved to cook. She was baking pies. This was so crystal clear. She sat down on one of the kitchen chairs, turned to look at my grandfather, smiled, and slowly slumped over, rolled off the chair onto the floor, and layed there like she was asleep. Now remember, I was only 4.
I went into my parents room and woke them up. Told them I had a bad dream about grandma dying. Like normal parents, they told me everything was okay, dried my tears, and put me back in bed. The next day they got a phone call, my grandmother had died of a heartattack while baking pies.
My next one was when I was around 7. My grandfather was a great gardener. He had beautiful flowers all over his property. He would spend hours tending to his compost pile. Pruning his grape vines. Trimming his lilac bushes. It was like his very own Garden of Eden. He had this red leather rocking chair by a window we kids could sit in to watch the birds and butterflies flitting around from flower to flower.
In his basement he had an old coal furnace. We used to go down there and play in the coal shoot, go home covered in black soot LOL. Or we'd make lead soldiers and lead bullets. Lots of good times with grandpa.
He had a closet off his diningroom, it was lined with old cigar boxes filled with different sized indian arrow heads he had dug up when he had planted his gardens. He had sorted them by size, it was a really cool collection. Don't know what ever happened to them when he died.
Anyways, he lived only a few years after my grandmother died, she was his life. He just gave up, life was meaningless to him. He stopped tending his gardens. He stopped tending to himself. Thank God he died in his sleep.
My "dream" I told my parents, shortly after grandpas house had been sold, we have to go save grandpas house! They are ruining it! My parents weren't understanding. I told them, there weren't any trees surrounding the house, no porches , no gardens. the lilac trees were sitting on the curb. About a month later we went for a ride past my grandfathers old house. The people who had bought the house had cut down the elm trees that had bordered the property. They had torn off the porches that had gone all the way around the house. they had filled in all his gardens and sure as shit all the lilac trees were piled at the curb.
It took my parents MONTHS to get me sleeping all night in my own bed. Probably why I still only sleep 2-3 hours at a clip now (if I'm lucky). I've had several other "dreams" in my lifetime, but nothing quite as dramatic as those two events.
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