The past two nights I've had two very interesting dreams.
Last night I dreamed that I was knitting with this really ugly pink yarn. It wasn't just ugly in color but also in texture and feel and everything, and yet I was somehow making it look like beautiful fabric. It was if my hands and needles were creating magic and turning something bad into something good.
That part was really cool.
The other part that was really cool is that I was using my left hand to hold the yarn and I was knitting so quickly that I was making significant and amazing progress.
I always think it's interesting when I dream of crafting. This is no exception. It's clear to me that the dream-part of my brain has become comfortable with my knitting abilities and is telling me to making some amazing stuff. I'm ready...just need more time.
Two nights ago I dreamed that I was really sad. I was crying bitterly. Not sobbing and such just crying and very very sad. Grandma came up to me and hugged me and I was so comforted by being in her arms. She held me, patted my back and told me that everything was going to be ok. As I started calming down, I looked at her and realized that it was GRANDMA and that she was dead and that I was having a dream and that the comfort she was giving me wasn't real and I started crying and sobbing and was practically inconsolable.
She wouldn't release her hug and held me tighter and told me that it didn't matter if she was there in the world that she was here in this moment and was providing comfort to me. I told her I never wanted to wake up because she would go away and she told me that she'd always be there hugging me and making me feel better. I snuggled in and cried some more and eventually work up. I was profoundly sad yet oddly comforted at the same time.
This is the first dream I've had of Grandma since she passed away. I'd give anything to give her a hug right now and sit next to her and hold her hand.