Dreams

I have a lot of dreams where my grandpa showed up these days. I could say at least four times he had appeared in my dream. They were quite pleasant ones. I could relate them to superstition as well. I mean, maybe he gave me messages. So, three of my dreams happened during the mourning period. The Taoist priest told something about my grandpa would visit family on Thursday, a day before the usual ceremony which is held every week during the mourning period. Somehow, I dreamed about him three times on Thursday. Some would argue that I am way too superstitious but I won't argue on that right now.

My first dream was on the first week of mourning. There, I heard my grandpa voice, calling out for me, telling me something, and I ran everywhere his voice guided me. I was hoping to see his face since I hadn't been home for more than a year. I arrived in a place where it was raining heavily and I saw a cyclonic water inside a hill. To me, that wasn't a happy scenery. The cloud was dark, the rain was heavy, a wet hill with a cyclonic water running inside. In the morning, I woke up from my dream and I went upstair to pray as usual. It was, apparently, raining.

My second dream was several days before I traveled back to Canada. (Long trip where your option was only sit on the plane for a day) I dreamed he gave me a scenery of a beautiful garden, just right outside his room, the place where he grew his plants and flowers. I was stunned, calling out for him, knelled down, and cried.

My third dream was in Canada. But I won't share it here. Well, it was quite a... disaster. It wasn't a bad dream, but well... let's leave it here.

The fourth one, it was after the mourning period ended. People said, the deceased goes to the after-life world/ heaven at the end of mourning period. That is the time when the deceased moves on. So, I went to sleep around 2AM on Thursday to prepare for my Friday's 8:30 AM morning class. There, I dreamed he was sitting in front of where he grew his flowers and plants. It was at night and the wind was blowing. I went outside, grabbed a chair, and sit beside him. We were talking and enjoying the night breeze. My dad soon followed, grabbed a chair and sit right in front of my grandpa. My youngest brother stood beside my dad. There, I saw my grandpa can't stop laughing while talking to us. His laughters were warm. It seems to me that he was really happy having to sit and chat with us. I was happy too. Everyone was happy in this dream. It was a really pleasant dream (I loved and enjoyed it) except I almost missed my morning class because I woke up at 9AM.

From how my dreams went, they were like chapters in a story book. The story went from raining onto a beautiful rainbow shows up. It seems that finally he has moved on and he is happy. Well, I guess it is my time to move on as well. Let him enjoy his time there while I will keep struggling with my life here. My journey is still on. I can't stop for now. I have big and ambitious goals. I still need to show what I worth.

I don't know how true could the dreams be. Some would say that I dreamed a lot about my grandpa because I thought a lot about him. On another hand, superstition would argue that he gave me those dreams. Well, I wouldn't care much. After all, a dream is a dream, and I would like to take my dreams as the messages given by him.