Mummy's mama.
Blargh.
Even getting to bed a little earlier last night I still feel BLARGH.
It was probably the maths. Yes, I hate numbers and last night was the last bookkeeping class so yay!
Errgh. Numbers I hiss at you.
Had a dream about my grandmother last night, she was all dressed up, looking beautiful with lovely old style makeup and a pretty purple vintage dress. I was walking through this blank landscape, just grey, completely featureless, when she was there walking beside me. I took her hand and kissed the back of it, she looked so happy. Then we walked for a bit and she kind of gestured out to the blank horizon and then I woke up.
I had a powerful urge to tell my mother about it (it's her mother) so I kind of stumbled out of bed and went to tell her.
My mother is a firm believer in 'messages' so to speak. She had a similar dream of her father a few days after he'd died (and none of her siblings were kind enough to tell her since it was in Chile, it was her godmother who eventually told her), so, understandably, she needs to get in contact with her mother asap. Problem is, she hasn't been able to get through for 3 days, but with that family, that's really not that unusual.
Still. I'm hoping it was just some vague reference my mind was making to vintage clothing or something, since that's all i've been working on this past couple of weeks, and not some doom spelling premonitive dream of my last surviving grandparent. :/
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Even getting to bed a little earlier last night I still feel BLARGH.
It was probably the maths. Yes, I hate numbers and last night was the last bookkeeping class so yay!
Errgh. Numbers I hiss at you.
Had a dream about my grandmother last night, she was all dressed up, looking beautiful with lovely old style makeup and a pretty purple vintage dress. I was walking through this blank landscape, just grey, completely featureless, when she was there walking beside me. I took her hand and kissed the back of it, she looked so happy. Then we walked for a bit and she kind of gestured out to the blank horizon and then I woke up.
I had a powerful urge to tell my mother about it (it's her mother) so I kind of stumbled out of bed and went to tell her.
My mother is a firm believer in 'messages' so to speak. She had a similar dream of her father a few days after he'd died (and none of her siblings were kind enough to tell her since it was in Chile, it was her godmother who eventually told her), so, understandably, she needs to get in contact with her mother asap. Problem is, she hasn't been able to get through for 3 days, but with that family, that's really not that unusual.
Still. I'm hoping it was just some vague reference my mind was making to vintage clothing or something, since that's all i've been working on this past couple of weeks, and not some doom spelling premonitive dream of my last surviving grandparent. :/
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