Nick Smith
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It's very unreliable to look back at childhood memories and truly count them as 100% truthful. But I did have a very memorable dream when I was 10 ( it was the day after my 10th birthday)
My parents divorced when I was 8 and my mum moved my sister and I to Birkenhead, Merseyside, from Worthing in Sussex to live with her new Husband.
When we first arrived we were housed with his mum and dad who were both quite elderly, but who were extremely kind and loving and made us truly welcome.
His mum was called Phyllis and she loved having kids in the house as both of her sons had moved away and left them many years before.there had been no children there for 30 years or more so "nanny Phyllis" loved us very much.
My sister and I shared a room in their tiny terraced house ( think coronation street) and it was there that, one night I had the dream. First, I woke up in the night and pulled the sliding door to our bedroom open, My Nan was walking down the landing in her nightgown..I said "Nan are you all right?", she didn't say hello or seem to register me at all...she went downstairs and I followed. Then, I was outside on the cobbled street, it was daytime but very mist..there was no one else out. I was standing looking down the street and saw nanny, dressed in a long nighty, walking across the road..I was shouting to her but she didn't turn or acknowledge me, I dashed down the alleyway at the back of the houses and saw her again, walking across the end of the alleyway, shouting her name all the while...she didn't turn, smile or register my calls..
I gave up calling and walked back to the front of their house, still alone and sat on the wall which was directly below the front window and thought about why she hadn't heard me.
I then felt an urge to turn and look into the (empty) front room through the glass. As I'm looking in she suddenly appeared at the pane and whacked the glass with the flat of her hand...I jumped so hard I fell off the wall. At that second, as I fell, I woke up with a shout which made my sister nearly jump off her bed.
I was very upset and Nanny Phyl rushed in, all worth and there there. I told her all about it and she laughed, kissed me and all was well.
Two days later Grandad woke up next to her. She was dead. Massive brain haemorrhage in the night.
My parents divorced when I was 8 and my mum moved my sister and I to Birkenhead, Merseyside, from Worthing in Sussex to live with her new Husband.
When we first arrived we were housed with his mum and dad who were both quite elderly, but who were extremely kind and loving and made us truly welcome.
His mum was called Phyllis and she loved having kids in the house as both of her sons had moved away and left them many years before.there had been no children there for 30 years or more so "nanny Phyllis" loved us very much.
My sister and I shared a room in their tiny terraced house ( think coronation street) and it was there that, one night I had the dream. First, I woke up in the night and pulled the sliding door to our bedroom open, My Nan was walking down the landing in her nightgown..I said "Nan are you all right?", she didn't say hello or seem to register me at all...she went downstairs and I followed. Then, I was outside on the cobbled street, it was daytime but very mist..there was no one else out. I was standing looking down the street and saw nanny, dressed in a long nighty, walking across the road..I was shouting to her but she didn't turn or acknowledge me, I dashed down the alleyway at the back of the houses and saw her again, walking across the end of the alleyway, shouting her name all the while...she didn't turn, smile or register my calls..
I gave up calling and walked back to the front of their house, still alone and sat on the wall which was directly below the front window and thought about why she hadn't heard me.
I then felt an urge to turn and look into the (empty) front room through the glass. As I'm looking in she suddenly appeared at the pane and whacked the glass with the flat of her hand...I jumped so hard I fell off the wall. At that second, as I fell, I woke up with a shout which made my sister nearly jump off her bed.
I was very upset and Nanny Phyl rushed in, all worth and there there. I told her all about it and she laughed, kissed me and all was well.
Two days later Grandad woke up next to her. She was dead. Massive brain haemorrhage in the night.