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May
May
author: Hector category: Not Regarding My Projects
It’s been six months since my grand-mother passed away. She died at the age of 76 because of ventilatory complications; she was as hard-core smoker.
The same night she died I had a dream with her. I can’t remember it at all but we were having a big time just chatting and smoking like chimneys.
Ancients believed dreams were visitations which could predict the future or carry messages. I feel more sympathetic for Freud’s Interpretation Of Dreams: dreams as messages from our deep-self, as a resource of inner knowledge and a key for self-description. But, who knows?
Farewell, Grandmother…
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