I’ve been trying to keep track of my dreams for a few weeks. I’ve never been very good about remembering a dream unless it’s truly bizarre or frightening. I hardly remember the good dreams. I started writing some down in my journal when I have time in the mornings. I wanted to share a dream I had a couple days ago.
Most of my recent dreams are, I believe, my brain going over recent events and stresses. I’m often stuck in airports, back in Ireland, at work, etc… I usually don’t attach much significance to those dreams. This dream a couple days ago was very different.
I can’t remember many details. I know I was in a room full of plants. There was an old woman with me. My “dream logic” told me she was my grandmother, only, she wasn’t really. My dream logic also told me that she was a wise woman or witch. She was friendly and inviting. She showed me how to make an ointment and did something with a stick. I can’t exactly remember her lesson, which frustrates me, but I’m still thinking about this dream…
Was she an ancestor? One of the ancient wise? Nothing at all?