fbhjr | Strange dream with family

I dreamed my wife and I had been flying into Boston and our flight was diverted to Providence RI. (About 60 miles/100 km away)

To get us back to where our car was parked in Boston, they put us on a bus. It wasn’t an express bus, but was one of the ordinary city buses that runs out of Boston to the surrounding area.
This one was a local access one, and was stopping ever block between the two cities.

The town where I grew up is on the route between the two cities. When we got there, I realized that the train line into the city was only one block away from where the bus route was running. We could get off, go over to the train and save a lot of time.

My wife agreed and we got off the bus only a block or so from where I grew up and headed towards the train station my father used to use when commuting when I was young.

As we went past the shops along the road, I saw someone who looked very much like my cousin Diane. But, as she looked as a teenager, not how she must look now that she’s in her 40’s.
“Diane is that you?” I asked the woman.
“No, but that’s my mother’s name?” she replied.
I asked if her last name was the same as my mother’s maiden name, and she said that it was the same as her mother’s maiden name.
“I’m probably your cousin,” I said to the woman. “Why are you here in Islington?”
“My family is here for an event,” she said. “It’s over there.”
She pointed to the building that was the local grocery store when I was growing up.
“Do you mind if I pop in to see?” I asked. “If it is the same family, I’d like to say hi to people.”

She agreed and we walked over to the old supermarket.
When we went in it was very strange. It was like an old movie’s version of a middle eastern palace with silks hanging from the ceiling, people in “I dream of Jeannie” costumes and things like that.
There were lots of people about that looked generally familiar. I think they were the grown children of my cousins. Since I haven’t seen them in more than 10 years, they didn’t look that familiar.

At the far end of the big room, sitting on a big pile of pillows, was my cousin Joanne. (Diane’s sister.)
I walked over to her and she smiled.
“Frank! I’m glad you made it! I didn’t think you would!”
“Why are you all here?” I asked.
Dream ends

I have no idea where any of that comes from. I haven’t been back to Islington in many years. (I’m not sure if I’ve been there since my father’s funeral 17 years ago…)
While I did speak with my mother’s sister yesterday about getting together, these were all my mother’s brother’s kids and grandkids.
I last saw them about 10 years ago when my cousin Ted got back from his second tour of duty in Afghanistan and I was invited to the welcome back party.
But, it was not “I dream of Jeannie” themed. And, it was not held in my old home town. Joanne did host it…

It’s also strange to me that it was Diane I recognized. She’s the youngest of the 4 cousins I have on that branch of the family and the one I was least close to growing up. (8 years difference in age is huge when you’re a kid…)
Joanne, who is only a year older than me, and I got along much better.
Also, I thought Diane had a son not a daughter...

It is true that I’ve got some regret I don’t see this branch of my family very much as most of them live within a ½ hour drive from me. But, as I’ve said before, my mother’s sister seems to be the only one not in with my mother about my being an embarrassment to the family.
(I doubt they even know she declared me such. But, since they get their news of me from here, I suspect they’re told I don’t want anything to do with them.)

So, I guess I can see why I’d dream of my family. But, I don’t understand why last night…

It also frustrates me that just before I was going to be told why they were all there, the dream stopped.
The building in question is next to where my father’s funeral was held. The folks in question attended that funeral.
That was the last time I was there along that street.
It certainly wasn’t a party like that…
Very strange.

Strange dream with family

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