Grandad II

(This journal was made on 31 March 2005)

My Grandad (my mum's dad) came to my dream last night and the night before.

In my first dream, I was visiting my old school. There was a building on the campus which was my old classroom but apparently had been converted to dormitories now. I walked along the long corridor in the building where both sides are dormitories. Guess who did I see? My uncle in the corridor! I asked him: “What are you doing here for, uncle?” He pointed to the room behind him. I looked through the window and saw Grandad lying in a bed. My uncle said that he had taken Grandad out for shopping for the day and apparently it was too much of a day for Grandad that he was very tired and needed a rest. He found this place for Grandad to have rest before he could take him home.

I hadn’t seen Grandad for years. I was surprised to see him so fragile and old this time. I wanted to greet him in person. But I was afraid. I thought he was dying (I meant, he was in his final years of life). I didn’t want to leave an image of a fragile and sickly old Grandad like that. I wanted to keep my old images about him when he was healthy, strong and tall. Grandad was the kindest person in the world. I loved him very much. Yet I couldn’t face him now.

In my second dream, Grandad was sitting in an armchair on a deck in front of a huge swimming pool (it was so huge that it almost felt like a pond). It was not the home he used to live in. He was not fragile and sickly this time. He was his usual self like the Grandad I had always known.

He dragged me over to him, and stood me in between his laps. I had no idea what he was going to do. He put his hands on my waist, and started to twist my waist to the right. “Ouch!” I yelled. It hurt. I wanted him to stop as I didn’t think my waist could keeping twisting like that. But I bit my mouth to stay silent because I realised that he was doing some healing about my troublesome back. By twisting my back, he was re-aligning my spine which was apparently out of alignment. My waist was tilted like that for ages although it would be only about a couple of minutes.

(Notes: Grandad died about seven years ago. He was bed-ridden in his final months. I always wondered that if he had a peaceful death and it was a pity that the last time I saw him was about 10 years ago when he was a healthy man. I wished I could have done more for him.)