The one dream that I only ever get to experience this time was one that coincided with the self-actualized platform. It is one that I, at first impression, most wrongfully interpreted as righteous. This time, my dream concerned someone who I dearly loved from the very start, to no bottom. My grandmother. I never thought it would happen, but it did. Days always pass that I never bother her, let alone talk to her. We currently live in the same abode, yet I seldom see her face as I most often confine myself in my room, where I not infrequently indulge on times of extreme solitude. My grandmother is that someone who I once shared my superstitions with. Oh yes, I truly was a very superstitious individual back in my elementary days. As such, I believed in various fairy tales and received myself to the belief in hundreds, if not thousands of mythological creatures - above it all, I firmly believed in magic. All of it gone, I still closely held on to some of them right now. That is, however corny this is, I do cling in the magic of love.
Anyway, my dream goes like this. (and I hate to share about it, but I had to post it anyway because this seems one of the very rare opportunities that I could get to have a really vivid dream I can share to others) So my grandmother is aged 78 right now, a very strong entity even at that age. She sheltered in a forsaken house just a street away from ours, having moved away from us presumably because she thought my parents no longer want to live with her. (even when this came to thought in my dream, I absolutely stood contrary against it) A night came when my family went hunting for her and to have their vendetta. They wanted to return all those times of carrying her as a heavy burden to our family and to show her all that it was worth attempting to sustain her existence. At that point of time no one were out in the streets. So my family quietly took every faint step not waking any of our neighbors. My mom brought with her a big sack of rocks, so was my dad. When they've come to reach the place where my grandmother lived, they started shouting some stuff I could vaguely remember at all. Then came a barrage of rocks, all thrown at my grandmother's little house. A few moments passed and I was now wide awake, sweating on the agony of having to see that.