Sunday. Restday. Dreamday.
In a dream last night I met my grandparents again. They were both old but well.
Before I got to their home, I had found myself in a big swimming pool with a lot of people, when a pod of killer whales, two or three dozens, entered the pool and made it for the swimmers. Somehow I got to the shore and was pulling people out of the water with the most amazing strength, almost flinging them like puppets. I don’t think anyone got eaten.
Later, at my grandparents house, I was introduced to a group of young badgers, mighty handsome lot, temperamental and sharp-teethed, yet quite friendly. To my grandparents. I copped a feel on the soft tummy once or twice, before the grumpy teenagers showed their temperament.
I remember not being very disappointed, but wishing they liked me as much as they liked my grandparents.
I am convinced my grandfather was responsible for that dream. Grandma has little time for animals.