I woke up this morning and stirred for a few minutes as I normally would, rubbed the sleep out of my eyes etc. and had last night's dream pop back into my head. I'm normally a pretty vivid dreamer; I always have been since I was a kid. The majority of the time my dreams are like watching a movie and I joke and say even when I'm having nightmares, I do kind of enjoy them in a weird way because it's free entertainment (and boy do I enjoy a horror movie).
Last night's wasn't on par with classic slashers and monster flicks. Quite the opposite actually, but it did feature ghosts, specifically those of my late grandparents. Essentially the dream consisted of me being in their house and watching them as spirits getting ready to go to an evening function. Both of my grandparents had busy social lives and when they were both in good health, would often be going about on day trips or going to night time events. My grandma especially loves an opportunity to get dolled up! That was pretty much the extent of their appearance in that dream but it was comforting to to see that even on the other side, they were having fun together and doing what they loved to do.
Whenever I have a dream featuring one or both of my grandparents, I normally tell my mum; their daughter. I think she probably believes more than she lets on, especially after their deaths. Her response to my text message was "That is cute, I hope it didn't upset you. Up n about having a coffee if you fancy a chat." I called her and reassured her that seeing them hadn't upset me at all, and the way I see it is me getting to see what they're getting up to on the other side, and it's nice knowing that they're still getting dressed up and going to events together. She explained to me that sometimes experiencing dreams where she only sees my grandad can be upsetting for her because she was so much closer to her and that she wishes that she got to see her mum more. My explanation for this is perhaps this was her dad's way of making up for lost time, because he knows he was closer to her mum, and this seemed to comfort her.
It was the anniversary of my grandmother's death a few weeks back. It was my mum actually who reminded me. It spurred me into making a sort of alter for her, where I burn herbs and plants associated with honouring dead, playing some of the music that I most associate with her (Petula Clark specifically), placing out one of my favourite photographs of her alongside some jewellery of hers that I had inherited, her birthstone (I blame her for my magpie approach to collecting crystals - she had loads in the jewellery she wore and a collection of them carved into the shape of elephants) and finally lighting a candle. After spending a little time in silence I noticed the candle was beginning to flicker so I ended up chatting to her through a means of candle magic. It was very comforting to have her presence around and is something I'd like to do more frequently and now keep the photo I used displayed on my workspace. I sometimes wonder if there was something witchy about my grandmother that I've inherited because of her love of crystals and new years day superstitions she would practice without fail. It would not surprise me at all if she was performing glamours because even when she was riddled with cancer, she was always immaculately put together - something more than one person remarked on at her funeral.
I've not talked about this encounter with my mum as I'm not sure how she'd respond to it. She's been aware of my witchy dabblings in the past, but I'm not sure what her take on her 28-year old daughter practising, but it is nice to be able to share easy to digest experiences I've had with her parents on the otherside, be those in dreams on in the tarot reading I had done last year, as they always seem to go down well. Maybe I can have a word with my grandma and see if I can get her to pop in to pay my mum a visit in her dreams sometime soon too.
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