Thanks for coming here, I hope somebody can help me make sense of this dream.
I’ve not long woken up from this dream but not much remains of it in my memory so I’ll tell you what I can.
It starts with me wandering down a street I used to hang out in as a kid, and I’m with one of my ‘friends’ just the two of us. I say ‘friends’ as I’ve always been weary of him because of what he’s done in the past and doesn’t seem to have changed. Anyway, as we are walking down the street he starts climbing up the face of one of the terraced house and I tried climbing up the side of it (end terraced house) but couldn’t and when I walked past the house I looked back and saw him in the roof. I then thought ‘I’ll just fly up there’ (LOL) and I did, still didn’t question the reality of the dream. When I got there and landed on the roof with him, I realised the roof was very damaged, and almost like paper thin plastic, I could see through the breaks in the roof what was in the attic and it was half full with water and just trash, bins etc (which also is a reoccurring theme in my other dreams). I ended up coming off the roof by myself and ended up in the sweet shop I used to visit regularly as a child. It may be important to note that the area o was in was where my great-grandmother used to live and I hung out there when I visited her.
Next thing I remember is being at my fathers house, in the kitchen, and there are a huge pile of dirty clothes against the back wall which looked like his, like he’d been doing a lot of work. For some reason my grandfather was being very weird, and rude to me. In reality he’s the nicest most laid back guy ever yet in this dream he was very argumentative, but my father remained as he usually is. I’m in the kitchen with someone and for some reason I take my clothes off down to my underwear and throw them in the pile. Then I notice in one of the kitchen side tops is two bowls of boiling, molten metal. And these bowls are boiling to the point bubbles are coming to the top and throwing out bits of molten metal as they surface. So I then take cover under the table to protect myself from being burned by one of these.
ii see my grandfather walk out of the kitchen door that leads to the back garden and I then go into the living room, the moment I walk in, I notice my great-grandmother sitting on the couch. She has been deceased for nearly a year. She then motioned to me to give her a hug and kiss on the cheek like she used to when We’d say goodbye to each other when I was a child. And in the dream I knew she wa deceased also and she didn’t say a word only movements, and she somehow communicated to me as if to say ‘quick come and give me a hug, because I’ve only got a few seconds here before I go’, as if some higher power in the realm she may be in now granted her a few seconds on earth to come and visit me. I rushed to her to give her a hug and was filled with joy, yet equally as sad because so knew she had to go. After I gave her a hug and kiss on the cheek I told her that I loved her over and over, and she began to cry, with what seemed to be out of happiness but it made me sad, as she cried she began to fade away and as she faded, I seemed to be also simultaneously waking from this dream, and then finally woke up.
iI have dreams most nights but not many of them have as much symbol and metaphors as this so I hope somebody can help make sense of them. It’s important to also not that, I was very close to her when she was alive, especially as a child, I’d stay at hers every single weekend, I then ended up living there throughout my teenage years until I moved away for a job. But not once besides as a child, did I ever tell her I loved her, I’m wondering if this dream is telling me, or revealing to me some sort of guilt about this? But yet I feel no guilt because I don’t think I needed to say anything like that, for her particularly anyway because she knew. Hope you guys can help! Thanks
