Death and Dreaming

I dreamt of my grandmother just a couple of days before she died. I hadn’t thought about her for a while then (she’d been fighting cancer for some time). When I learned about her passing, on a school night, I felt a bit sad but was mostly in denial. I went to school the next day, composed, still in denial perhaps, until it was lunch time. I sat with a group of friends, not having mentioned the passing of my grandmother (likely not even thinking about it at the moment), someone brought up dreams, and for the first time, I heard the interpretation that when you dream of someone, it means that they’re the ones who have been thinking of you, not the other way around.

For some reason, I was suddenly hit by a storm of emotions, barely able to fight back the tears. I guess, although probably untrue, I was saddened by the idea of me crossing my grandmother’s mind days before her passing when she hadn’t, albeit should’ve, crossed mine.


The Truth About Love

They talk about love as if it’s this magical solution to all your problems. Like it’ll extricate you from any misery you’re caught up in. They rarely talk about how draining love is. How it’s time and effort consuming. How it has its peaks and its lows. They don’t tell you that love, like most things, needs you to invest so much of yourself in it for it to last or flourish.

Like dreams, love can pull you out & push you ahead but can also cause you to drown.