My nana and I are supposed to be going to Crete this fall to see my aunt, which makes me think that’s what sparked this dream…
Getting ready in our charming hotel room in Italy, my nana and I peered out the window. Why? Well, let me tell you why. There was a lady scaling the wall of the building, directly across from us, and she was dressed in old fashioned knickers and a bra. She had lovely dark hair that had a succulent sheen to it. She crawled across to her neighbour’s window to grab her wedding veil, which would be for her wedding that day.
Her veil was exquisitely long and I remember drooling over it (don’t worry, I have no desire to get married anytime soon, but I am a girl that knows what she wants on the “Big Day”) as they took photos of the wedding party.
The next scene in my dream was my nana and I walking down the church aisle. The church was very similar to the one that my nana and grandpa, mum and dad and aunt and uncle got married in. Not to mention my little sister and cousin were christened there and all of my mum’s family is resting there, six feet under. It’s an old church that is probably 1000 years old, some of the graves have ages so much that you cannot even read the description. It’s in a small village outside of Rugby, England, called Dunchurch. There’s a lovely pub next to it where my mum once worked.
My nana was just not any normal nana, she was the Queen of England and I was the Princess. As we made our way up to the front, I looked to my right and who did I see? Me, only I was a seven year old Natasha. I said “Hi, Natasha” and the seven year old, with face paint all over her smiling face just giggled and said “Hi” in my squeaky voice (thanks to home videos I remember what I sounded like).
It was the strangest thing to say hi to myself…
My massage therapist is really into crazy shit, like crystals and energy and she thinks that we lose a part of ourselves when we go through trauma and she thinks that I found the part of myself I lost when I was 8. It makes total sense to anyone that knew me as a kid (outgoing, always smiling and loved being the main event), a pre-teen/teen (shy, introverted and a homebody) and now (back to the seven year old, minus the attention seeking thing). She also noted that most of the main characters in my dream were women. That’s not surprising considering that I come from a very long line of all women.
I generally remember all of my dreams and someone suggested I start keeping track of them, so here we are.
