I've been having this dream ever since I was 6 - 7 years old I think? It doesn't happen very often. It's actually quite rare, as I only have it once every 1 - 2 years, but it's always exactly the same besides the end (which I'll get to).
In the dream, I'm always in this snowy, old eastern-European village. I always thought the place resembled my grandma's village, where my family's old house is. The first time I had the dream, I was the same age in it. But every time I have the dream, after all these years, I still remain a 6 year old child in it. I never grow in this specific dream, which I find an interesting detail since my dream age progresses with my irl age usually.
The Dream:
I'm frolicking through the snow, going down some path. I'm REALLY happy for some reason, I'm in pure ecstasy. I'm dancing, singing, jumping, smiling, and feeling free. I'm excited to be there, and excited to head wherever the path leads me. I look around at the little houses covered in snow, their lights are on. The weather is cold: it's snowing, and it's pretty dark because of the heavy clouds (possibly afternoon too?); yet I'm dressed as if it's late September (but I'm not cold). There's people around me, just hanging out. They're dressed accordingly. But something is weird, I can't see their faces. I can't see any detail on them actually, they're like shadows, like silhouettes; it makes me feel a little distanced from them, maybe a little lonely, but it's not a heavy feeling. I look in the distance for a moment, and see that there's nothing, maybe just grey fog; the houses are only in my proximity, and close to the path, and in the distance there's nothing else, not even trees or mountains or something. This weirds me out, but I don't let it bother me for too long.
For a while, I keep frolicking down that straight path, free and happy. I finally stop when the path ends: in front of me is a little house, very old fashioned architecture (just like my grandma's house irl). The house has no front wall or door (which is very common for old eastern-European houses, a part of my grandma's house was like that too). Inside it, in the middle, my old grandma is sitting in an old rocking chair, staring at me. Her lap is covered by a little blanket. She has been waiting for me to come, she wishes to tell me something; that's why I was there in the first place. With a warm look on her face, she tells me to come closer to her so she can talk to me. I do so.
This is the only part that changes every time I have this dream, because every time the dream repeats itself, I'm conscious that I've been here before, and that my grandma has to tell me something different. Frustratingly, this is the only part I NEVER remember.
My grandma holds me close as she quietly tells me her knowledge and wisdom. It interests me a lot, and makes me very curious. I feel enlightened and thankful for her sharing of knowledge, and feel like something new has been revealed to me.
And that is where the dream ends.
I always wake up after that part, never sooner or later.
IMPORTANT DETAIL:
I started having this dream a little while after my grandma had died. Everytime I had this dream, I felt the same, and after she spoke to me, I always felt enlightened.
Whenever I wake up after this specific dream, I also always feel very enlightened, like she told me something VERY important and secret, which makes me even more frustrated that I can never remember what she said to me. It makes me frustrated that I remember every detail of the dream, but not the secrets she told me.
WHAT COULD THIS DREAM MEAN?
Can someone please help me interpret this dream? Besides feeling enlightened, after waking up, I get this EXTREMELY weird gut feeling: like my soul was shaken, like something outer-worldly happened, like my grandma has tried to contact me from beyond the mortal realm and tell me something VERY important, something I SHOULD remember, but still can't every time.
What could this all mean? And does anyone have tips in order to remember the things she has told me the next time I have this dream?
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