After so many months I've seen a very nice dream finally. It might be due to the fact that I am done with my BIO153 final and the next on is a week from now. Also yesterday I bought the cage that I was planning for so long.
In my dream I saw something related to a real memory of mine. In that memory I was probably around 9 years old. Me, my cousin and my grandfather was seating in the back living room of his house. He had his old, long rifle in his hand. He showed us the gun and told stories about the rifle. He told how he used to go on hunting animals when he was a small kid. Comicly by mistake once he fired the gun at home and blew a huge portion of the ceiling. =)=)=) Me and my cousin sat there next to him, listening his memories with the rifle. After he went me and my cousin discussed who will have the rifle. It was very funny that we argued on it as if he offered any of us. We were so small and had the influence of guns from TV or so that we really argued that time...
Coming to my dream last night... I have to accept that it is the most weird one I've ever recalled. First dream that continued from a real memory of mine. The place where the dream took place and the events were so amazingly clear... In my dream nothng supersticious happened. I was looking just the same and I was in my own room in the dream. I was handling the rifle. Although the rifle wasnt the same one from my memory. It was shining and brand new... I was holding the rifle with the knowledge that it belonged to my grandpa who passed away in 2003. I was really happy to have it. It wasnt a rifle for me, it was a peace of him, the person whom I loved as my father... Having a piece of something tht belonged to him honoured me at most. First time I felt emotions so vivid in a memory. And woke up smiling and crying slowly... First time a dream related to a real memory of mine from my past... so weird... so nice... coming to think about it all... I know as each day passes I am missing him more... time doesnt heal this time... I know sooner or later I will see him again, and be with him forever... I guess I am going to do a blog on my memories of my grandpa and I.
More than a month ago I changed my msn name to yak between two hearts. yak is the initials of my grandpa. I put him there inside my heart. Rest in peace YUSUF ARTUR KARACE...
Date: 04.19.09
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In my dream I saw something related to a real memory of mine. In that memory I was probably around 9 years old. Me, my cousin and my grandfather was seating in the back living room of his house. He had his old, long rifle in his hand. He showed us the gun and told stories about the rifle. He told how he used to go on hunting animals when he was a small kid. Comicly by mistake once he fired the gun at home and blew a huge portion of the ceiling. =)=)=) Me and my cousin sat there next to him, listening his memories with the rifle. After he went me and my cousin discussed who will have the rifle. It was very funny that we argued on it as if he offered any of us. We were so small and had the influence of guns from TV or so that we really argued that time...
Coming to my dream last night... I have to accept that it is the most weird one I've ever recalled. First dream that continued from a real memory of mine. The place where the dream took place and the events were so amazingly clear... In my dream nothng supersticious happened. I was looking just the same and I was in my own room in the dream. I was handling the rifle. Although the rifle wasnt the same one from my memory. It was shining and brand new... I was holding the rifle with the knowledge that it belonged to my grandpa who passed away in 2003. I was really happy to have it. It wasnt a rifle for me, it was a peace of him, the person whom I loved as my father... Having a piece of something tht belonged to him honoured me at most. First time I felt emotions so vivid in a memory. And woke up smiling and crying slowly... First time a dream related to a real memory of mine from my past... so weird... so nice... coming to think about it all... I know as each day passes I am missing him more... time doesnt heal this time... I know sooner or later I will see him again, and be with him forever... I guess I am going to do a blog on my memories of my grandpa and I.
More than a month ago I changed my msn name to yak between two hearts. yak is the initials of my grandpa. I put him there inside my heart. Rest in peace YUSUF ARTUR KARACE...
Date: 04.19.09
Cnr...
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