A Dream With Familiar Faces

This particular dream I had just now is really... odd.

It began as a certain spy vs spy thing, with me and a very thin, old lady attempting to sneak to a holy altar the most sacred of holy waters - there were people trying to take the water away from me, and we had to do a bit of cloak-and-dagger secrecy to get the water to the altar without them realizing that we had the actual water. When I got the water there, two groups suddenly appeared out of nowhere -- some of them my high school batchmates -- trying to organize a mass... though the whole thing was so messed up, with many attendees jeering throughout the mass, I decided to take over.

This was when my late great grandmother -- who we called "Nanay" -- was wheelchaired in, guarded by several people in black. While I was thoroughly reprimanding the masses for not only their shameful acts towards the sacred mass, but also for scaring Nanay away, I unintentionally frightened Nanay considerably, who tried to maneuver her wheelchair as far away from me as possible. When I realized this, I came up to Nanay -- whose wheelchair suddenly dissappeared -- and tried to calm her down, telling her that I'm her grandson, and that there's nothing to be afraid...

... and while I was doing that, a sort of transfiguration happened, where Nanay became my daughter!

In spite of the transfiguration, I calmly helped Nanay to her wheelchair, which was situated outside the chapel, and with some of the guys guarding her helping me put her back into her wheelchair. The way I carried her around though, was really like how I carried my baby and aided her in her walk...

Anyway, while the guys in black finished prepping her for the mass, I teleported back onto the altar, calmly telling those who were there -- although by then a table found itself at the left of the altar, and a few batchmates of mine were playing cards and... drinking? -- that Nanay was my great grandmother of, 96 I think (she's definitely older than that though), and that we should really respect her presence here; if they really don't want to attend, then at least they shouldn't scare her away... for one, those in attendance can walk, except for her.

A wooden, somewhat rickety chair -- it felt like it was of Nanay's favorites, although it looked like one of those old mahogany(?) chairs in UP Diliman College of Education where I used to sit whenever I went there to my grandmother's office -- was brought in, next to the right side of the altar, and the guys in black guided Nanay to that seat. The table to the left of the altar disappeared, replaced by several of my relatives, including my grandmother who we call "Mama" (come to think of it, Mama was the one who lent me this blue Bible that I was to use for the mass, given that the guy who was doing the first reading read off some crazy stuff scribbled onto a notebook, although she was situated at the back row at the time, not at the left of the altar). Mama asked me what passage I was reading...

... and the passage I was about to read was replaced by flower garlands, of yellow and pink. Although I did read the top left page, and I saw the word "ADVENTS".


And then I woke up.