Dream Diary #3 ~ Two Lovely Women

Not only was last nite's dream just as real as the previous, but it was even more heartfelt and lovely. I got to see my beloved Grandmother, who passed about a year and a half ago and my childhood dog, who passed when I left home for college.

I wasn't able to have a conversation with Gramma, but there was the sight of her face and the feel of her aura. I miss her dearly. With my dog, Lady, we were able to play in a hotel lobby that was sort of a mirror of the dining room in my old house where we used to chase each other and play fetch.

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All of a sudden, I am face to face with a strange woman with a guitar. We are on a very small patio attached to a hotel or motel. I cannot tell whether or not there is a parking lot behind us or the ocean; its blurry. The woman has a guitar and seems to be playing, but I cannot hear her. To my right is my Gramma. Sitting, smoking, looking glamorous, as always. To my left is what I feel is my mother, but I cannot see her. There is another unknown woman behind the guitar player, but I also cannot see who she is.

The guitar player starts singing and playing louder. The song is "Know You Rider" and at first it is very nice and everyone seems to be enjoying it, taping their feet, bobbing their heads. Lady is frolicking and happy. The sun is out and for that moment, everything is right with the world.

Not more than a second goes by when the musician starts getting really vulgar. Grinding on the railings that surround the patio. I am quite surprised. My grandmother finds this act to be hideous and orders, who I think to be my mother to take her away from the lewd display. I see the face and clothes of the musician change, disintegrate into a wretched whorish type. I am not completely appalled, but disappointed that my Gramma no longer was outside in my company.

I am immediately transported to the lobby-esque room with Lady. She is in the prime of her life, jumping, chasing, barking, and I am in complete bliss seeing her again. It has been years and years since we've played ball. (Its been years since I've dreamt about her too.) I pounce on her and we wrestle on the ground. She ends up licking my face and snuggling up close. Her ears are the softest thing in the world. A velvet-like surface with longer hair on top, I have yet to see a dog with ears like hers.

I will always hold special places in my eternal heart for these two beautiful feminine Souls. They brought me such joy and now I can say they've done it again; just being themselves and allowing me to feel their vibrations.

I love you Lady...

I love you Gramma.