The Muted Messanger

Date: 12/16/2016

This dream wasn't recent, but it isn't old either. It's just one of those things that stuck. There's a lot of detail but in my dream it was a mere minute or two. I'm walking through an amusement park, and everything it perfectly still. Not horror movie still, but that silence you experience as you feel something building up. I'm walking through and on almost every post there's a sun dial displaying different times with a different shadow. The sun wasn't out and it was overcast. The park almost reminded me of a children's book my Nana used to read to me. I was walking through this park knowing I was alone when all of a sudden my great grandma stood in front of me, looking panicked trying to speak words that I couldn't hear. She died three years ago and I've never dreamt of her until this point. It wasn't until I tried to respond that I realized everything was muted. I'd never seen her standing before either. She grabbed me and continued what I can only guess was shouting and I could only make out some four words on her lips. "Withering..." "Ashamed..." "meaningful..." and "hurry". I woke up to a silent house which didn't really help my nerves.