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I
had a dream last night and it was so real
that I remember everything about it when I
woke up. That's never happened to me
before. It was totally like watching a
movie except I was in it, like
real life, but it was realer than real
life, if that makes any sense. I don't
know. I can't explain it. But it was like
I was in it and watching it all at the
same time.
Weird,
huh? Anyway, in this dream, Grandma
Webster was sitting on a rocking chair on
the front porch of some house somewhere.
Nothing about the house or the place
looked familiar, but even so, I felt safe
there. She was holding a big sunflower,
well... actually she was only holding the
flower part, not the stem and she was
picking the seeds out of the flower and
putting them into a large blue bowl on her
lap. There she was rocking and picking
seeds and singing a song about a bird in a
cage and a cat who never takes his eyes
off of it. It had a pretty melody and it
was sad. It sounded familiar, but I'm sure
I've never heard it before. And there was
a woman in the song, who owns the bird.
And she tells it not to be afraid because
as long as it stays in the cage it'll be
safe. But the bird is thinking she'd
rather be free and risk the danger than
spend the rest of her life inside a cage.
In the dream Grandma sang the song so
beautifully. It was like her heart and the
bird's heart and were the same so she knew
exactly how it felt.
I
was so happy to see Grandma and I asked
her if she was all right. And Grandma
said, "I'm feeling just fine, child. And
so free." And then she turned into a bird!
She didn't sprout wings or anything, she
just changed into a bird like some special
effect in a movie. And she flew away. I
felt a little sad but mostly happy for
her. I watched her flying until I couldn't
see her any more. Then I picked up the
sunflower and the bowl and sat in the
rocking chair and continued picking out
the seeds.
I
woke up earlier than usual and while I was
getting ready for school, I kept think
about the dream and wondering what it all
meant. I was surprised to see my dad in
the kitchen since it was still pretty
early. He told me that Momma had called
from Los Angeles and that Grandma had died
a few hours ago. I was shocked but a part
of me seemed to already know she was gone.
My dad hugged me and said that Grandma had
had a good life, had loved lots of people
and that now she was in a better place. I
thought about the bird in my dream, flying
and flying until she disappeared and I
felt that what Dad was saying was exactly
right.
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