Dream Stories

Dream Story: A Meeting and A New Adventure

What if the dead are always making an attempt to contact their living loved ones? Could the attempt be a supernatural event of even in your dreams?

Before we get started, allow me to give you some background about my life. I was born in the Southern part of Mexico without any grandfathers from my mother and father's side. They passed away a long time ago before I was born and I always wondered what their personalities were. Now, let is begin...

It began with myself sitting in the dining room with my laptop. I was working on something when my phone vibrated beside me. I received a text message from my grandfather Nicholas, asking if he can come over to visit and see my grandmother again. (At the time of this dream, my grandmother came to visit us for three months.) I quickly answered yes and told him I would come over and pick him up. He sounded pleased and said he will be waiting for me at "La Fuente de Morelos". Excited, I went to Travelocity (yes, I still remember the website I used) and purchased a round-trip ticket from Phoenix to Mexico for $160. The problem with the ticket was the fact that I was given an hour and 50 minutes to find my grandfather and bring him home. A smile grew and I whipped out another text message to my boyfriend, asking him if he can accompany me so he can meet my grandpa. Unfortunately, my boyfriend refused to go with me due to his shyness with new people. I remember being angry at him, although, I had no reason to be so selfish.

I packed up my stuff in a small bag and headed to the airport. Strangely, the airport wasn't the famous Phoenix Sky Harbor, but a smaller and quaint building with one plane. No people. No Lines. I walked towards the lady behind the computer and asked for my plane ticket. She notified me that I can change my seat in the upper or lower "cabin", I decided on the lower cabin. Inside of the plane looked a lot different than traditional planes. Instead of seats, there were individual mini bedrooms with a small bed and one nightstand. Before taking off, one more person entered the cabin and to my surprise it was my boyfriend, looking flushed and trying to catch his breath. I didn't say anything to him except embraced him as he sat on the bed.

When we arrived, the first thing I remembered was the vast ocean. It looked like the airport was in the middle of the ocean because the walkway to the terminal was in a corridor made out of glass so I could see the bright blue ocean with the clear skies and the buildings on the other side of me. It was my dream version of one of Mexico's well-known city, Acapulco. I ran because of the little time I was given to find my grandfather. Outside of the airport, the landscape changed into a street marketplace where meat, fruit, vegetables, and many more goodies were being sold. I remember giving one booth a quick scan because the table was full of Mexican candies and chili, which is my favorite food. I resumed my search, my heart was beating fast as I looked everywhere for the fountain of Morelos.

Suddenly, I used googled maps to pinpoint my location and my heart sank. The dreadful revelation that I was in Mexico City and Morelos is about 30 miles away and I had no transportation. Before I could figure out what to do, I just ran to Morelos, not caring how far the distance was, I just wanted to get to my grandfather but then...

I woke up