My mother’s younger sister had a reputation in the family for having dreams that seem to carry some significance.
In one dream, for example, her long-dead father insisted on being fetched a pink flannel for wiping his sweaty face after a meal, refusing to accept that it belonged to someone else and declining the offer of a different one. The next day, the family found the pink flannel missing for no reason. Investigations into the missing item failed to produce an explanation, and it never re-appeared.
In another dream, she was walking past her long-dead uncle, who was up on the roof of his house. Asked what he was doing, the uncle said his roof was leaking.
After waking up and thinking about it, she remembered that it’d been raining hard in recent days, so she asked a brother to go and check the uncle’s grave, in spite of their having just gone and tidied up on Tomb Sweeping Day (清明節 / 清明节 / qīngmíng jié) a week previously. He found that it had a hole in the side, gouged out by the recent rains, letting water in.
One could, of course, say that during the recent rains, my aunt might’ve been worrying sub-consciously about the graves being affected, which then became manifested in a dream.
(Singapore, 1950s and 1960s)
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