G4alien's 365 & 1/4 的生活空間

My brain seems to be very active most of time especially sleeping time. Today I had four weird and vivid dream again. I never know how come I could memorise most of my dreams in one night and sometimes I could even write it down. The second dream was about a Russian old lady who looks like around mid 70s telling me that she is my granny. However, I seemed to understand her language (but I know nothing about Russian in reality). There was a theme song as the story background music whilst she was telling me her plain life in the World War II, yet her short marriage was the only thing that she cherished most. She met her husband, whom she called ‘your grand-dad’. Her marriage was sweet but short due to the war. Her husband was died in one mission and never came back. Two of her kids were adopted instead of her blood-relation. During the time she stated her life, she appeared moody; sometimes showed the anger of frustration, but most of her time appeared solemn and scrupulous. After the story, she lost in her memory for a while and told me that she was going to cook me the home-town roasted meat soup.

While she was away or disappeared, I paid attention to the house decoration. The house I stayed in the dream is a big old house or I should say it was so big to figure out where exactly I located. It was more like a maze but everything looked so tidy. I still could smell the dust in the air and see the sunlight through the old style of coloured-pattern glass. It smelled like an old museum as if no visitors for decades. It was like an unoccupied house apart from a stand at the end of corridor to the stair where telephone was seated. It showed that most of her time spent at the stool waiting telephone rings. I walked upstairs to other rooms and wanted to find out which room was mine, yet I lost in the house. No matter how much I tried to see other rooms, it always end up to be the corner of corridor and the telephone stool location. The only space I could reach was living room with fire place and corridor only.

All the theme song as the background music was somewhat a familiar rhythm but I believe that I never heard of before. It was sung by a group of children chorus or sometimes was a female solo with weeping tone. The lyric of this song seemed to be like the Russian granny’s life background and her past. I only remember one line due to the fear of the voice. ‘Ti------ Ti------- Ti ---------, A Russian girl is getting married in the war.’ The sound ‘Ti’ was like a long crying voice with trembling. The sorrow tone really stirred up my mind and caused of the fear simultaneously due to the taunt crying voice. I couldn’t stop myself shaking and even wanted to shut and stop the song. The view of granny past life was automatically reflected like turning over the photos – black and white, which showed her hard life and the true happiness at her wedding.

Then I woke up with tears and the song hunting in my head. I also noticed that I was the person who whispered the song in the dream. The scaring noise was what I created for myself. I had no idea where this rhythm came from and did not know how this Russian female past life occurred in the dream. I still could recall her face vividly; especially her old hair style, mostly in white hair and only several wisps of grey hair. The revolving images in my mind were so clear and so distinct. Even now, writing on this article and reflecting my dreams cause me gooseflesh. Anyway, may her in peace if this story really occurred before.