I was listening to 702 (ABC) this afternoon in the car on the way back from Sydney where James Valentine was discussing dreams with someone. They were nattering away saying that people are divided between dreamers (well people who remember them) and people who may dream (but never remember them). There have been a number of studies done that show that people who are light sleepers (say if you were in bed and a car went past and the headlights caused you to stir) then you would be more likely to remember your dreams as you have these moments of awakening throughout the night.
Well we all know how often I am awake in the night. Sure there are countless times from Harper (and sometimes Daisy) and of course my ridiculous ability to be able to wake 25 seconds before one of my kids does…why DOES that happen?! Or a dream, a worry, a thought. It’s no wonder my girls aren’t great sleepers, I’m not the best.
But I dream. My gosh, I dream. Always have. I even have dreams that I have been having since I was a little girl who have cities, and towns that I go back to. A whole imagined place that I can tap back into and know my way around. I remember when Rob made me watch Inception last year I was beside myself that someone else had thought of this too! There’s the constant dreams of my childhood home and suburb. The cracks on the road that I can recall. The rooms, the inside of cupboards. The homes of my friends. EVERYTHING just as I left it 25 years ago.
And then last night I had one of those very special dreams. They are very rare for me, but my golly when you get them they can take your breath away. I walked into a room in this very normal dream and there were my Grandparents (my Mum’s Mum and Dad) Beth and Fred sitting there. Waiting for me. They looked the same and I couldn’t believe they were there. I went straight to my Pa Fred (My Grandmother never really liked me, or me her – in fact she called me the devil but boy did I love my Pa), and we had a chat. Not much was said but man did he look so handsome. He told me that he sends me a message on my Birthday every year and did I get it? We shared the same birthday. And then he told me how proud he was of me. And then they got up and left. Just like that.
And I woke straight away. Remembered it. And then went back to sleep hoping to find them again, but they were gone.
I never really think about my grandparents, they have been dead for well over 20 odd years, but it was SO good to see them. Who knows if he is proud, I feel like he just might be and you can be sure on the 16th August each year I’ll be keeping me eyes open for signs.
Are you a dreamer?
Ever have a visit from a friend or family member who has passed away?
I wonder what it all means…