Ghost Car Dream
It was summer as I was walking along the dirt road of
my uncle's cornfield. I had to get out of the house because
I couldn't stand talking about how my grandpa's funeral
session was going to proceed. He had been a key person
in my life, one who believed in me as a person.
Hearing a car coming up behind me, I turned around to
take a look to see who it was. Then I recognized my mom
who was driving my grandparent's old tan Ford, four door car.
My grandma herself was riding along in the passenger seat.
The gravel pinged and popped as the tires hit the surface of
those pieces of grounded up rock.
Pulling to a stop along side of me they told me to get in, so
I climbed into the backseat even though I thought it was odd
that they were out and about instead of conversing with the
other relatives who were still back at the house.
The next thing I knew my mom started to drive towards
the cemetery. It was not even time for grandpa's funeral
to begin. I thought it was odd that we were headed that way
with grandma in the car no less.
"Why are we going this way?" I asked.
"Because it's time that we get there," my mom replied.
I couldn't think of anything else to say to that so I remained
silent for awhile.
I could still hear the crunching of the tires as the car made its
way along the gravel road.
The car itself made a whirring noise, a whirring noise that made
me think that maybe I shouldn't have gotten into that car. Not
that my mother and grandmother would harm their own kin, but
it's just that my grandmother sat so still up in the front seat, that
in itself made me uneasy.
A few minutes later I looked out the front window of the car
and there was a long black hearse which was in front of us
going towards the old small country cemetery. Now I was even
more nervous for sure.
The car that I was seated in started accelerating so that it
could catch up with the hearse.
"Why are we going so fast?" I said in a slight panic.
"Its time to catch up to him,"my grandma said as she turned
to look at me.
That was the end of the dream.
The only thing I could get out of this at that moment, is that this
life is fleeting and so very precious and that we must never take
life or our loved ones for granted.
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