The dream I had the other night was pretty short but kind of funny.
I was old. I was living in my Nana’s house and for some reason the house looked super tacky. There were wind chimes and wind spinners hanging everywhere off the porch. There was junk all in the yard and the grass was over grown.
My friends C.C. and Megan came to visit me and they were old to. They were coming over to have lunch with me. I lived alone, I guess my husband had passed away. I’m not sure what prompted this one to come to mind but I just thought it was interesting.
Another thing I find interesting is I dream about my Nana’s house quite often. I have had several dreams with my Nana’s house, usually something bad is happening in those dreams. I remember one dream I had I was spending the night at her house, which I did a lot when I was kid, and my siblings were there and my cousins. We were all laying on palettes made of blankets on the floor in the living room and there were monsters outside. There was lightning and we could hear the monsters roaring and growling just outside the door. That’s all I remember.
Another dream I had there was a zombie apocalypse and I was hiding out in my Nana’s house with my brother and some other people I didn’t know. The house was run down though like it had been abandoned and hadn’t been taken care of in a long time.
I’ve had other dreams with her house in the background. I wish I could figure out what her house means or what it represents for me. Maybe because it was the one thing that has stayed constant for me my whole life, she has lived in the same place ever since I can remember. I have moved around so many times in my life. I want to say that it’s a sort of safe haven for me. I love my Nana so much, she is such an amazing woman and I look up to her. She is such a strong woman who has been through so much but she is the sweetest Nana in the world. We live in different states from one another and I miss her all the time. I wish I could just go over to her house whenever I want like I did when I was a kid. One day I won’t be able to see her or talk to her and it already hurts to think about that. She is one the best people in my life.
Maybe I dream about her house when I’m having a stressful time in my life. My life is certainly that right now. Maybe I just need to call my Nana and talk to her, she always makes me feel better.
Photo of me, my Nana and cousin, Clara.