Personally, I feel one of the reasons God allows us to dream is to be able to keep seeing certain people. Aside that it could be helpful in guiding and directing us, I feel God wants us to keep seeing certain people even when they're gone. And I have my reasons for saying that, my grandmother.
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My grandmother is the very kind, caring and gentle type. When she died, I felt so bad, it was like something was removed inside of me. I really felt it. Several months after she was buried, I dreamt of her. And till now, I can still remember a bit of it. I was in her kitchen sitting down, maybe monitoring the food on fire when she came by, it was her voice that I heard first,*"shift back jare."* Just the same way she'd talk anytime I'm sitting close to the fireplace. She grabbed a stool for herself and sat down, suddenly as if she saw something her countenance changed and she said, *"Toyosi, when did you grow this big."* The voice, the shakiness and all felt so real.
I looked at her and said,*"Grandma, I miss you."* She just smiled, nod her head and held my hands. I've missed that shaky, tender hands of hers.
But you know, dreams have a way of stopping abruptly, I woke up looking feeling sad. The worst and funniest part is, I couldn't remember not replay it all. I could barely hear her speak, I struggled to remember that look she had on jer face when she held my by the hand. That was a dream I would have done anything possible to keep every single bit of it. But then, I could only recall it in part. So, when I think of a world here it is possible to record and replay dreams, to me it goes beyond just the excitement and all, to me it's about being able to sit down quietly somewhere, press play and then she will show up with that smile, that voice, and that tender hands holding mine.
鉂ｏ笍鉂ｏ笍鉂ｏ笍
