Dreamtime: Grandma

Today I want to share a dream experience I had. Again where no one speaks English and I feel I'm falling asleep in a different place.

I was so exhausted from coughing, I laid down for a nap late this morning. I noticed as I was falling asleep, I felt like I was in a different place. The air felt beachier and brighter. Even as I felt the blanket on my bed in this apartment, I felt like I was not in my apartment at all. This is the second time this has happened this week while sleeping. Where I do not feel like I am sleeping where I fell asleep.

This is not a frightening sensation. Not at all. In fact, I vastly prefer wherever it is I feel I am when I'm drifting off to sleep. It feels like a good, safe place. And the transition is completely seamless. I fall asleep on the bed in the apartment, and in a blink feel I am sleeping in a bed somewhere else. As I become a aware of the new location, the apartment shifts its attributes to match it so it's a seamless transition.

I dreamt of Mari, but I don't remember what I was doing. Just that I was around her on a ship. (Well, if you saw someone lurking behind the veil today, that was definitely me.)

Then I was getting off a "bus" of sorts on a street. I'm so excited, I leave my bag behind, but someone leans out the door and tosses it to me. They're grinning, because they know why I'm so excited. I'm home from a long trip.

There's an old woman to greet me outside one of the houses, "Grandma", I think and she's fussing that I'm early. Her hair is dark and there's steel gray in it. Her face is a little lined, her skin is very tanned, and she stoops just a little bit when she walks. The whole time, she's fussing in Taygetan that I'm early, the boys aren't back, the family hasn't come yet, that I'll have to wait. She takes my bag and tells me to go upstairs and wash up, and I reply back hesitantly in somewhat broken Taygetan that I'm glad to see her. And she just shushes me and orders me upstairs.

I go upstairs. I'd describe the house to you, but I don't know that I can. The house was more a feeling than a describable place. It was not an Earth house by any stretch, nor was it a large house. It was a "grandmother" house. Small, compact, easy to move around in, uncomplicated, annoyingly (delightfully) old fashioned. Light, airy, rounded, filled with the color of beach wood and beach sand, but feeling like it belongs in the desert at the same time. There's a little basin upstairs, I only intend to splash the dust from the bus off my face. And I turn around and there's Mari practically glowing.

We hug for a long time. Then we go downstairs and everyone's there. Dad, his brothers, my cousins, grandmother, somebody's kids, a gray tabby house cat, Mari, and myself. We're all busy in the kitchen putting out plates and food and all sorts of things for a meal together.

I wake up as we're sitting down to eat.

I thought I'd share that with you. How interesting to not dream in English at all. That's the second dream I've had like that. Feels good.

What's grandma's name?

N'tiovura (Nyet-ih-oh-voor-ah) -- we called her N'ti (Nyet-ih)

I thank you for your time. Adiamas.

​--Kyriel