Dreams

This morning I had the coolest dreams. One was of Nonno John and my aunts and uncles. We were all at my grandparent’s former apartment, and suddenly Nonno John appeared sitting on his couch. He looked at me, and then winked. I wasn’t sure if anyone else could see him. I kept staring at him, never looking away, just in case he disappeared. I remember that there was something that had to be settled between all my dad’s sibings. Some feud or something, I can’t remember, but I think that’s why Nonno John was there. There was also some man there who I didn’t recognise. When he left, I followed him into the hallway where he turned into a women, who resembled my two aunt. She told me that she was a “guardian angle,” and then got into the elevator and left. She was really nice, wore black clothes, and had shoulder length dark brown hair. I then told my dad (in my dream), and asked him if this might have been Nonna Connie’s unborn child that she miscarried. (The child she miscarried was a boy).
Strange dream eh?

Then, if that wasn’t enough, I had another one, even stranger. I was in a hotel room in Vegas. Mike and I had gone down to visit for a while. I was in the hotel room on the computer, and Mike came in after being at the gym. The room was really small and dimly lit in a grey colour light. I kept thinking “I should have gotten up early too and gone to the gym!” He then left to do some sightseeing. I had just woke up, and wasn’t ready to go out yet. After some time, I went out for a walk. It wasn’t really Vegas, but a really nice small town with tall trees and little shops. I went to a small restaurant that Mike worked at part time during our trip, to see if he was there. I looked around but couldn’t find him. The restaurant had different themed areas, I think one was of a plane. Another was of a train, and it actually rocked and moved as if you were on a train. I then left there and went into a little patch of tall trees. I climbed up one (I seemed lighter than usual), and then slide down. Some type of moss or dried yellow bark would flake off the trunk as I slide down, and shower me in a type of golden dust. The scene was so magical, and relaxing, I felt like I could clime all the way up the thin trees (there didn’t have any branches at the bottom to clime, I would just clime the trunk). It wasn’t a dark area, looking up I could see the sun shining through, creating a yellow-orange glow throughout the patch of trees. I then remember going back to the hotel, and trying to find the hotel room. The hallway was so dark, that I wasn’t sure which room mine was, I remember knocking on doors with no one answering. I felt lost. That’s all I remember.
It’s been a while since I’ve had really cool dreams. Just thought I’d share them with you all.=)