My Dream

Well, I don’t know how to start my dream, but I’ll tell you I’m not very good at telling stories so bear with me. I have a lot and wondering if I’m crazy or if it’s just another dream.

I don’t quite remember how old I was, but if I had to guess I was between the ages of seven and twelve. I was going on a summer vacation with my mom, little brother, and my cousins. Now the day I’m leaving all my cousins saying good-bye, whatever, the last person I said good-bye to was my aunt who had breast cancer which nobody told me when I was old enough. I gave her a hung and she kissed me good-bye and wished me have fun, whatever, so my mom is crying in the car. “Why you crying?” “Oh, nothing,” basically she didn’t want to tell me about her illness (whatever, parents lol).

So I’m over in my dad’s country in Montenegro, for a month I believe it was. So half the vacation goes by we get a call; my aunt is very sick she has a fifty-fifty chance of living. We’re all crying and sad and hoping she gets well. There’s a point I’m telling you this before I get to the dream (this is not the dream by the way), so I’m going to just skip what happens over there and get straight to my dream.

This dream happened when I got back from my so-called vacation. So I’m dreaming now and I see my aunt and my mom in the house were my aunt lived on the second-floor hallway of the door. If I remember correctly, I was just getting out of my aunt’s house and I see them like whispering or just staring at me like, really worried, or just in their own world—but looking at me so I approach them slowly and my aunt goes to me in the dream (she passed away when I had this dream by the way), looks at me, and just tells me in our language that my parents speak (which is Albanian if it’s important to write) “you’re a good kid,” and my mom is just looking at my aunt and then I just wake up all confused what the hell is that supposed to mean?

I’m not sure what exactly she’s trying to tell me or my dream is telling me I’m not a criminal or anything, I’ve never been in prison, so why that? Why tell somebody what they already are? Maybe she was trying to warn me, or maybe I felt guilty or something … I don’t know. Help me.

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