A Dream With Grandma Anna

Last night I dreamt I was returning.

And my heart called out to you.

But I fear you won't be like I left you.

Me kealoha ku'u home o Kahalu'u.

-Olomana

I woke up from a dream I did not want to end. It was a brief phone conversation with my Grandmother Anna Fanene Leota.

I'm not sure why I called her or thought of calling her, but this is what took place. It's very brief, but time is completely irrelevant in dreams. Only in words when we describe the dream do we find time stretching. Yet makes every feeling very real and precious everlasting.

Me: hello grandma. They're in my house. 

Why?! I didn't invite them, she just let them in.

Grandma: Oe. Tsk tsk tsk.... Kalofae.

(A woman in the group whispers saying it's beautiful, she wonders what the rest of the house looks like)

Me: grandma, they are being so nosy now they're going into the rooms. I have to stop them. 

Before I could get in front of them they were in the two rooms. Wows and aahs were followed in amazement. 

With my phone still to my ear, I said to the crowd, "you will all, will you please exit out and kindly leave. I did not give you permission and before you pass judgment let me say I did not allow you to see my rooms. You have no idea what or why I have done what I have done to each room. Please, leave. Don't make any assumptions because you really don't know or can't begin to know why things are the way they are. Close that door. No it is not a room for a child. He does not exist and not by choice. Please leave. It's something of the past but I could not have. Now please, leave you're starting to aggravate me.

Me: grandma, I'm so sorry you have to hear me like this. Listen, I'll let you go, but I apologize and it was sweet I wish I had more time to talk with you. I'll talk with you again later ok?

Grandma: no.

I laughed. Did you say no? 

Grandma: yes.

Again I laughed. 

Me: I love you grandma.

Grandma: They seem to like what you've done to the house. Let them go with their oohs and aahs. Tell me more Nancy.

Me: grandma? It's been a while hasn't it. 

The dream was of my neighbor Dawn letting a group of elderly people see into my house. She is quite boisterous at times. Often cunning but I'm not sure she either knows it nor cares. To me, it's not a good combination. I think.

But my grandmother seemed to give me the same assurance that I had of my work. It was my little masterpiece. No one could see unless they came inside. Like a plain box on the outside, with a treasure once seen inside. 

I just remembered laughing as she said No. That she'd rather stay on the line and hear me. And I in turn enjoyed the idea that she wanted to stay--- with me. It meant everything, I guess.