two nights ago, I had a dream about hosting an African family at my Dad’s home. At least that’s what I think. They were dressed in strange garb with head dresses and were very dark skinned. The eldest lady in the family seemed to be dying and I couldn’t stop crying around her, moved by her plight or feeding off her emotions. We had this moment where she was completely touched by my tears, because she knew she would be missed and that I seemed to be the only one who understood the significance of her passing, as well as the depth of her mixed emotions--joy, fear, guilt for abandoning her family, yet impatient to return home. The weirdest part about this dream was, she never spoke a word, just hugged me and patted me on the back, everything else took place inside our heads. We just read each other’s minds.
Once again, in this dream, I am trying to get ready and seem unable to do so. It seems to me that I was at my Dad’s house for a long period of time, and now it was time to go and see my mother. I remember having trouble getting ready, because I kept falling asleep on some type of surgical bed which was so relaxing because it seemed to move me up and down in this rocking motion or some type of motion which was almost hypnotic, along with sending this host of vibrations throughout my body, leaving me weightless yet full, complete somehow.
People kept coming into my sister's bedroom to tell me to get ready. I remember feeling naked in this dream, vulnerable as if I didn’t have any clothes on, but I cannot remember whether or not this is true. I also didn’t understand what this strange table / bed is doing in my sister's room. Very odd dream. What u think?