Ghosts

As you may or may not know, my beloved grandmother passed away almost a month ago. My entire family, minus my parents, my brother and myself, live in New Zealand, meaning the time we spend with them is very scarce. It has been almost 3 years since I last saw Nanna, and unfortunately we didn't make it back to NZ in time to say goodbye.
We are fairly lucky, in our family, that death has only fallen upon my dad's father, and now, his mother. This was the first funeral I have attended and it must have had quite an impact on me, as, a relative that I have unfortunately not spent a great deal of time with, has frequented my last two vivid dreams.

Just over a week ago, Nanna was giving me advice on which roads to take - metaphorically, I was driving, and she was giving me directions, but I still get goosebumps when I think of this dream, as I believe this may have a greater meaning.

Last night I dreamt I was in the most colourful garden I have ever seen. It reminded me of the designs Sarah and I have been looking at recently of 'The Beetles' artwork, in the magical mystery tour era. I was feeding a parrot whilst on the phone to Nanna. The last words she said to me were to "Go and make yourself an iced Gin & Tonic... I am!" and then she stopped breathing on the phone...

As concerned as I was when I awoke, it now makes me smile...

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Since I was young, the dreams that plague my mind at night, have intrigued, frightened and delighted me. I have often been told my recall of my nightly ventures is amazingly vivid, and I do admit that it even surprises myself how long and detailed they can be.

Many of my dreams are centered around my sport of Synchronized Swimming, and my never failing ambition to achieve perfection. Many dreams bring up issues that have worried me before sleep takes over. Many dreams re-introduce me to people who I haven't had contact with for years - some I long to see again and some I wish I could just forget, and many dreams are down-right ridiculous and serve as great conversation for a giggle amongst friends.

I often have dreams that seem like premonitions, introducing ideas, which later serve as guidance or even warnings or insight in what is to come. I'm making no suggestion that I have any gifts or powers, but sometimes these dreams are enough to give shivers to even the harshest critics.

For no further purpose than a log book for my personal amusement and hopefully for your entertainment, those that stumble upon this page, here begins a log of the dreams I think we will all enjoy.

Ella