Requiem for a dream

I was separated from my real family and siblings at four. I have no memory of it. As a child I developed stomach problems with certain symptoms that in my teens was diagnosed as a duodenal ulcer. Throughout my childhood I never told anyone about my illness but would often need to sit down on the way home from school while I spewed bile. I felt aweful but it passed.

Later, as an adult I met all my siblings and formed a special relationship with just one, my sister Susan. She was at uni at the time and would later complete two degrees. She sang part time in a band and I often went to watch. After the show we’d get pizza and talk.

At around the age of 7 I had a dream that I can still recall vividly today. It didn’t seem much like a dream then and I recall that I actually believed it had happened. I was at monday morning assembly. We were singing God Save the Queen. A young girl was sick in the morning heat of a summers day. Up to this point this did happen. What my mind created from this event is essentially a requiem, a death and a burial under the Australian flag while we sang God Save the Queen, for my sister.

The girl at assembley became my sister in my dream or vision and she died, was buried and given a service right there in the quadrangle that morning.

Strange how the mind works and seeks closure for a situation that was not part of my conscious mind at that time.

~ by longjump on October 20, 2007.