Dream Journal:: My Secret Grandmother

You know those dreams where you semi-wake and think.. maybe? Is that real? Am I remembering some bizarro real life event or is it just an extremely vivid dream?

Last night I dreamt I was on a train that was super plush and definitely a private car sort of thing with velvet seats and fancy decor. I can’t recall who else was with me, but there was a heavier blond man sitting in the corner beside the door in a uniform. I was about 13.

As I was sitting there and chatting, facing the window, I felt a pat on my back and a kiss on the top of my head, I glanced around to see who it was..and it was Queen Elizabeth the II!

She was about age 50 and wearing a suit of maroon with an old fashioned bonnet type hat. She winked at me before heading back out through the door. I turned to the people I was with and said, “She’s my Gran”. Then I told the man beside the door the same thing. He looked gobsmacked.

I recall feeling like it was a big secret, this secret family the Queen had that I was a part of. Hidden away from the public, but still very much loved.

Then my alarm went off and the dream was done…. for a moment in the middle of my restless waking, I wondered whether it was actually true. Obviously, it’s not. 😀