A live mockery that danced

Last night, I had a strange dream.

I was standing in front of a hall of a house. The hall was unusually long and narrow. Some people walked past me through it and disappeared. I felt one of them pushed me, and hurried me to go into the hall. I was in doubt, but I entered the hall finally. I heard someone told me that I could meet my late grandma at the end of the hall. I didn’t know who it was. Didn’t even recognize the voice. But I followed through.

It was dramatic that I walked veeeery slow. Until I reached the end of the hall, and it was just an empty white wall. I was confused, and strangely I found out that I had to go to the right and made a little u-turn. People still kept passing me and left me with my own slow movement. Then at one corner I finally saw her standing gracefully.

She was wearing a veil covering the half of her face. But from her eyes, I knew it was really my grandma. She looked pretty younger than the version of her that I remembered before. Then I moved closer.

We looked at each other for some seconds. From the line around her eyes, I could see she was smiling at me. So, I smiled and suddenly felt very happy. I told her that I missed her so much. Yet, she didn’t reply, instead, told me this in a very steady voice, “You have to be a strong woman.”

I got the sentence crystal clear: You. Have. To. Be. A. Strong. Woman. I was pretty sure that I got every word of it plainly. And suddenly, the sound of her voice was echoing through the hall and getting even louder. It was more like an ascending sound that was moving toward me to get into my ears.

I woke up in the morning and found my self this very strange feeling. And it made me think.

All my life, I always thought myself strong enough. But, if I was, so why she, or perhaps the dream, had to tell me to be one? And, the dream turned out to me like a live mockery that danced on its own exquisiteness. It made me ask my self once again, have I been strong enough?

A response to the daily prompt: dramatic.


2 thoughts on “A live mockery that danced

  1. We are always re evaluating and the best way is to live up to what we want to be and are if lucky.
    I am also on a mission today:
    We have 100 contributions to date, and I am trying again to rope in as many contributors to the Poets for Peace challenge (in place until this the end of August). The many voices in response to this have been fantastic, and I’d love you to add yours (again, if applicable) if you can. Feel free to use an existing piece of writing or a new one asking for peace and/or about the troubled times in which we live.

    If you are interested, please leave your poem in the comments section of Neha’s bog and it will be added. https://forgottenmeadows.wordpress.com/2016/07/16/calling-all-poetscreative-minds-to-a-grand-collaboration-poets-for-peace/comment-page-5/#comment-19287

    Thank you –
    Your voice matters.

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