Late April of this year
I had a dream
An otherworldly dream
One that marked the beginning
Yes
The beginning
And so it began...
I found myself in a line-up
Lucid
Aware
'...what am I doing here?' I questioned
I looked to the right
Then to the left
I saw elderly women, mostly, and a few men
Including a young mother and her two children
'...where am I going? Are they here on vacation? Am I here on vacation?'
The questions came
The answers followed
I was on a cliff
In a line-up
Of people going back Home
In this case, home was Portugal, or rather, the Islands...the Acores
I chuckled in wonderment
'...I've never dreamt of Portugal, It's not my home. I must be here to meet family!'
There was a make-shift elevator
It was made of canvas
It was worked by men heaving a rope as they hoisted people down ten or fifteen feet
I hitched a ride with an elderly lady who was dressed in black
Clung to the outside of the fabric
When we landed
I saw one of the most beautiful sights I've seen
In my Dreaming
There was land above us
Sheltering this open space
We were now just slightly below
Sea level
I was taken aback
By how deep the water was that surrounded us
There were strong men
Lumberjack-type men
Bathing their horses in these deep waters
The horses
Many horses
All of them Robust
Powerful
All of them White
Were in the water
Chest and neck high
The feeling is challenging to describe
I felt a feeling and had a thought
First, I felt the connection between the men and their horses
They were interwoven, as One
This was unmistakeable
The horses belonged to these men
The men belonged to these horses
Second, I thought, 'these waters are too high, how can these horses be so calm?
They seem made for this weather.'
The horses remained relaxed and steadfast as the water swayed and slapped against them
I turned to my left and saw the Ocean
It was high as it poured into the pools surrounding us
Threatening to wet our feet as we waited to cross to the other side
To the Island
The water was rough, full of movement
And so very Beautiful
The sky's low-sitting clouds rolled into the ocean
And the Ocean rolled back into the sky
It was active
A dance
I was captivated
I asked the guide where I could buy a camera
I needed to capture this beauty somehow, if I could
I was told there were places
Once we crossed the water to the other side
...and then I awoke
Later that day I received notice that my grandmother was very ill
Likely to pass, I should come visit
The dream made sense, you see, it was the beginning
The beginning of an end
The dream was the place where my grandmother would go, Home
The horses were calm, White and powerful, they symbolized death
They stood in deep water, water to their chest, the method by which it would come
The Ocean was high, active and beautiful, the dark clouds were heavy and mesmerizing
Both, as One, symbolizing Transition and the natural beauty of it
It also symbolized literally, the weather at the time of her passing
On the morning of Jun 22nd
I dreamt a nightmare
I saw my beloved grandmother's face
Pale, skeletal
Eyes wide in fear or startle
Mouth open, ajar
Filled entirely with water as though it was a pond
A short wide straw, floating about, created ripples
Gave the impression of its depth
And horror
My favourite person
The only person
Who managed to have never yelled at me
Me...not once
Me...the rebellious, challenging, disobedient child who broke things
She...the only person I ever trusted fully
Passed away
When she gave way
To the fluid that filled her lungs
com muito amor
para sempre Madrinha
I remain,
Lesley
Hallelujah Heartist
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