Dreaming of my Dead Auntie

Date: 10/14/2017

Somehow I remember my dreams this morning after having taken Ambien. Good. I miss them. We were in a coastal area but definitely more inland. This is in the East dreamscape. There were hills all around like where we currently live, also coastal and slightly inland only this place was blocked by a set of hills and we are not. I was driving with my husband. Either he was black or there was another black man in there car with us because my husband is not black. An abandoned apartment building was remodeled and we drove through the complex thinking how nice it had been fixed up. We stopped before the unit we used to live in and we marveled at the view we would have had if only they had fixed it up while we had been living there. This city and place has no bearing in the real world to my knowledge. But now that I think about it it does seem like San Jose when I was a child. I used to wonder over to a black family’s house where a nice couple live d with their two black children. They were so nice to me as most neighbors were back then. Maybe they even babysat me. But yes, this matches the area in my dream a great deal. I had been dreaming of my aunt. I had been talking to her while she was convalescing. I remember her long blonde hair. She always took such. Great care of herself. Before she died in rl, she was the only rl spirit that didn’t come to me with help to cross over. But she had died and come back before and was comfortable with her death I assume. The last phone call I had I made excuses why I hadn’t driven the 10 hours to see her, time, work, money, and she was happy and loaded too I think. I’m glad she was. No use for her to have suffered. She said life was such a trip and if she had to do it all over again she would. What a hippy. She didn’t need to come to me in rl and maybe that conversation represented her goodbye. It was close to the time she had passed and I’m sure she was ready. As I was talking to her I was being monitored for conversation content through my employer. Perhaps I had been communicating with her through my job. That makes this sound like I was obligated. I’ll take any dream I can get with you aunty Donna. I returned home and heard my birds chirping. They were so happy. my husband had let them fly out of their cage. I checked the door to be sure they couldn’t get out. I was filled at such joy as I felt their excitement. They loved to be free. They were so beautiful as well. I was happy my husband had decided to do that. They flew up so high and the ceilings were extra tall and we had many windows lining the ceiling. A penny hung suspended back at their cage and I thought we needed to collect that before they tried to eat it. We looked at it. It was spinning rapidly.