Good reads, Michel and Grandma’s last ride

Date: 6/17/2024

This was a 3 layer dream: 1) I’m talking books with 3 professors. They are more diplomats from work than old professors from university, but we discuss a few titles cheerfully while we are sort of riding a train to southern Italy. One of them incarnate Cons. Impalà, another one looks like a big busty trans woman in a white lace tight long dress, and the third one I forget. I like the conversation and like they sound less woke than I thought. 2) Then I “wake” from the dream only to find myself in another. It’s like early morning and I’m at Michel’s old home. The apartment has a different lay out though. We’re in bed together and we’re doing anal. I’m on top. After so many years, it’s weird to still be “dating”. He hears his mom calling from the corridor, so I jump off him and try to cover myself as best as I can when she and Joel enter the room. They just sit down and start chatting like it’s normal to have me there again and they don’t mind my nudity. To feel less awkward, I tell them about the dream I just had and try to explain that I’m pretty sure one of the professors was Cons. Impalà because he always steals my power chord and in the dream he took my phone. Joel giggles. Meanwhile I need to get up and dressed and Michel hints me to go to the bathroom while they are distracted by their own conversation. I do that and he then follows me out the bedroom to guide me to the other bathroom, not the main one. I don’t recognize the room irl, but it’s like I know it pretty well in the dream. It’s a wide open space with a bathroom corner to the far left side. There’s a wc and a bidet right in front of it (that Michel say “ta-da! It was added!) and then an open shower that rains right onto the wc and another open one a few steps away further away. I use that one, the water is warm. Michel is there somewhere and soon enough another guy enters the “bathroom”. I crouch down to cover myself. He apologizes, but it apparently seems like no one cares that much because it’s an open bathroom in a bigger common room!! Then Michel and I go sit in the living room. It’s someone else’s house though. It’s actually Eleonora and Lorenzo Oldani’s place and she comes in with her children. A boy and a girl. They tell her they’re hungry for a snack. They speak English and the girl wants vanilla and caramel ice cream. Eleonora doesn’t pay much attention to them and speaks on her air pods absentmindedly with her husband. Then I decide to focus on the news. They come to my mind like I’m listening to the radio or watching a screen, but I couldn’t say I’m really doing either. The news say an old lady was on her bicycle late last night and got hit by a car while doing something deliberately dangerous, and died. The anchor woman then tried to take the last part of the info back. It is unclear whether the lady died or not. I get shocked because I can see grandma on the bike!!! My heart sinks!! I can see her clearly riding slowly close to home, deep in the dark night before a car hits her. 3) it’s like I intentionally go lay down with Michel. It does feel awkward to be back in a relationship. While I try to think of a way to make it work between us this time, without being slightly thrilled, images of grandma running away at night come back and I follow them. I jump in the dream knowing it’s a dream, but I really wanna be there for her if it’s her last ride! I wait for her a little further up on the street, it’s daytime. And then I see her coming. Couldn’t tell if she’s cycling or running. She’s wearing the most splendid light blue suit and her hair is perfectly done in a blond bob and her eyes are blue and clear. She’s beautiful. I feel angry because anyone can see that she was just out of her mind when she decided to go out like that at night! She wasn’t just stupidly taking a ride!! She must’ve felt lonely and scared and desperate and was maybe looking for grandpa not remembering he’s dead. I want to be there for her and when she sees me she stops and I hug her and tell her she’s so beautiful. She’s elated to see me and we walk slowly hooking our arms down the road to the roundabout where the news said she had her accident. I don’t know what’s going to happen when we get there, but I don’t care. I wanna walk her to the end if I may. The countryside gets peaceful, the sky a nice orange hue like the sun is preparing to set. I can see a fork in front of us, the road either continues down to the right, where a lively little town pops up or to the left, where there’s nothing, but it looks just as peaceful. I know that taking the left turn would mean go die, but I let grandma decide where she wants to go without saying a word. As tired as she is, she still opts for the little town and its Italian café called Bar Basso where an experienced barista serves clients with a smile. I think she might not be ready to die after all, and I wake up.