Another strange dream… I remember this one because the alarm clock woke me up this morning while I was still dreaming so it rose to consciousness very fresh…We were celebrating a birthday party, like in the old days when I was a child. We were in the house I used to live when I was that age, a bunch of kids playing in the house, my sister, brother and cousins, all of us about 15 years younger…
And there was a very old man. My granddad as old as he is today (about 90 years old) walking with a stick. He was blind (my granddad is not blind in real life).
We were all running, playing hide-and-seek for the looks of it… Once we were touched with the stick, we had lost the game. I ran through the corridor and got in my bedroom. It was dark. He came after me slowly, with difficulty, but also firmly… And turn off the light in the corridor… To eliminate my advantage… I couldn’t see a thing, I could only hear his slow dragging steps and the stick… I couldn’t get out; he was blocking the door… My heart was pounding, feeling a mixture of fear and anxiety… I was trapped.
So I curled against a bed, at his feet, in silence… He hit me with the stick… “I got you!” But I didn’t move, didn’t make a sound, as if I was a bulk or a cushion… He hit me again… and doubted… “Oh, it wasn’t you…” and he left the room for the next trying to find me…
So I curled behind him and got back to the dinning room, where all the other kids had already been caught and sit smiling around the big table waiting for the game to end and start with the food…
He appeared back in the room asking where I was. The other children started laughing “Here, here!!!” I ran under the table laughing myself… I had tricked them all… I had been caught the same as them but nobody knew, not even my granddad…
And the alarm woke me up…