Last night I dreamt my grandmother had just died. It had been very sudden and I had to sort things out and go around telling everyone again and again and again. It was awful, not having a moment to grieve but having to keep going and tell people and book things and start sorting things out.
My grandmother passed away in 1987. I had no part in her funeral or her affairs after she passed away, although it was very sudden.
Despite this being such an odd dream, so implausible and inconsistent, I still feel weighed down by the grief and the burden of comforting so many. I do believe dreams are a way of our deep minds sending messages to our surface minds. I just wonder what this was saying.
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