Dream
I had a dream last night it was creepy when I remembered it several hours after waking up. I was standing in the kitchen eating some food then it came to me, I had a really weird dream last night or maybe it was this morning? I always love waking up for an hour or two at like 5 or 6 in the morning and then going back to sleep. Whenever I do that I find that I have a series of dreams that I wake up remembering vividly. I used to like waking up and going back to sleep in my mother's bed, I felt I had good dreams there. Now I live in Cali and can maybe do that once a year.
This is the dream that I had. Me and one or both of my sisters visited my aunt. I really don’t remember if it was one or both. This aunt has been estranged from us for several years now. She has children and we don’t see or speak to them neither. She greeted us and surprisingly she was happy to see us, her spirit was cheerful and joyous and she held no grudges. She seemed just happy that we had come to visit her and treated us as if we had never been separated. She is smiling, laughing and we are in conversation about lightweight topics. Then we see her youngest son and to our horror he is missing an arm. We could not help but to instantly feel sadness for his loss. The sadness is strong and dark and mournful. Suddenly our lighthearted conversation was ruined with something that seemed scary and possibly evil? Darkness filled the room. Once again it was amazing to us how great her spirit and attitude was, she seemed to accept that her son lost his arm and she was positive about the whole situation. Which did not at all seem like her. She explained to us how it happened never losing any ounce of the joy she was exuding . She said our uncle (who is also on bad terms with my side of the family), and her son were playing a game. Some sort of guessing game, my uncle asked his nephew a question and told him if he got the answer right he got something? I don’t exactly remember that part! But if he got it wrong he said he would stick a needle in his arm. Now I guess my cousin guessed wrong and lost the game, because our uncle stuck a needle in his arm. His mother told us playfully like it was a funny story. She saw no fault in her brothers actions it seemed like. Well then she said that the needle caused an infection and his arm had to be amputated. It was just a simple mistake her attitude seemed to say, he didn’t do it on purpose. Which is such an exaggeration of the way we feel he already gets treated, like a lamb when he is a wolf.