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LJ Idol Week 19
Aug. 26th, 2014 08:40 pmMy 15 year old self was sound asleep in the early morning hours of November 25th, 1997. As usual, I dreamed a lot of dreams, the contents of which I no longer remember. During this night, many pictures had passed my tightly shut eyes, until one dream got interrupted, just like an ad spot interrupts the scene of a movie all of a sudden.
My original dream got cut off and a new picture appeared. It was the picture of my grandmother, looking exactly as she did when I last saw her, seated in a huge bed-like hospital chair, wearing a blue-white nightgown. For the first time in my life, I was aware this was a dream.
“Don’t worry about me, I am fine.”, my grandmother spoke to me.
“What does this mean?” I asked myself.
She continued: “You have your school, your horses. You must go on with your life and not worry about me. I am fine.”
“Why do you tell me all this?” I addressed my question to her. “Why am I having this dream?”
She did not answer. Then, suddenly, something seemed to begin to disintegrate the picture of her, a still soft, but persistent sound that seemed to invade this moment of time.
“Grandma? Can you hear this? What is this?”
But her moving features seemed to have been frozen and what remained was a still picture of her smiling at me. Yet, the invading sound continued to dissolve the picture of her, like duck’s feet causing water ripples and distorting all reflections on the surface of the water.
The strange, repetitive sound first defeated the picture, then the whole dream.
I woke up and was aware that the sound which had ended the dream was the house phone, ringing… and ringing … and ringing.
I switched on the light and turned around. 4:30 a.m.
Contrary to other nightly calls, the phone did not stop ringing.
“She is gone.” I thought, when I heard my parents get up and my mother pick up the phone. “Take the phone, I cannot understand this.” my mother said soon after she picked up and I heard the voice of my father talking.
The death certificate we later got said: Deceased November 25th, 1997 at 4:15 a.m., just 15 minutes before I awoke from that dream.
A beloved mother of one and grandmother of two had passed away in these morning hours at the age of 73, and spoke her farewell words to me before she left to rest in peace in some other, unknown place.
My original dream got cut off and a new picture appeared. It was the picture of my grandmother, looking exactly as she did when I last saw her, seated in a huge bed-like hospital chair, wearing a blue-white nightgown. For the first time in my life, I was aware this was a dream.
“Don’t worry about me, I am fine.”, my grandmother spoke to me.
“What does this mean?” I asked myself.
She continued: “You have your school, your horses. You must go on with your life and not worry about me. I am fine.”
“Why do you tell me all this?” I addressed my question to her. “Why am I having this dream?”
She did not answer. Then, suddenly, something seemed to begin to disintegrate the picture of her, a still soft, but persistent sound that seemed to invade this moment of time.
“Grandma? Can you hear this? What is this?”
But her moving features seemed to have been frozen and what remained was a still picture of her smiling at me. Yet, the invading sound continued to dissolve the picture of her, like duck’s feet causing water ripples and distorting all reflections on the surface of the water.
The strange, repetitive sound first defeated the picture, then the whole dream.
I woke up and was aware that the sound which had ended the dream was the house phone, ringing… and ringing … and ringing.
I switched on the light and turned around. 4:30 a.m.
Contrary to other nightly calls, the phone did not stop ringing.
“She is gone.” I thought, when I heard my parents get up and my mother pick up the phone. “Take the phone, I cannot understand this.” my mother said soon after she picked up and I heard the voice of my father talking.
The death certificate we later got said: Deceased November 25th, 1997 at 4:15 a.m., just 15 minutes before I awoke from that dream.
A beloved mother of one and grandmother of two had passed away in these morning hours at the age of 73, and spoke her farewell words to me before she left to rest in peace in some other, unknown place.
