When I was pregnant with my first born child, I started having dreams of my dearly loved, but deceased grandmother. We'd lost her after a long and debilitating illness, and by the time that she died she was no longer the person we knew and loved.
The result of the illness was I could no longer remember her as the vital and happy old woman that I knew-only the small and fragile old dear who remember no one and nothing at the end.
My dreams were all inconsequential-no big events. But they all represented her at her prime-healthy and happy and talking to us and laughing. It was like the pregnancy somehow unearthed the happy memories.
As a result I named my daughter after her. I felt I owed that to them both. But the thing that makes me wonder is that my nan was rather strongly racist-and my daughter is bi-racial. Somehow this dream left me feeling like it was OK by her-like had she been alive she would have accepted my daughter.
Very nice story there. I have had dreams of those that pasted but not as vivid as it seems yours happened to be. I am still trying to figure out one now from this past week that involves my father and I'm just not connecting the dots yet. Any tips?
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