Weeks ago I had a dream that there were warcraft in the sky and they dropped a big load of fireworks and bombs. I was a music festival and the other attendees all started lighting them enthusiastically. I knew that it would detonate the entire area and obliterate it. Everyone seemed to want to stay. I left with a few others, going through various buildings and hallways, arriving at the coast line where there was a big titanic boat. On it were a lot of people that I loved, known and unknown, including most if not all my family. My great grandmother met me at the edge of the bridge onto the boat. She gave me a riddle that seemed like it was either three words or it was a three parted riddle. I cant remember the riddle, and it didn't make sense to me in the dream either. I said whats that supposed to mean? She said, when you were little you told me this riddle. It seemed like it was almost a dealbreaker on whether I could get on the ship or not. But somehow i made it on anyway. The explosion happens and creates a huge tidal wave....
I remember getting thrashed around on the boat deck, a very intense dramatic scene, yet I felt calm and relaxed. The boat goes under, and like in Titanic, I know that the mass of it will pull me down if I dont act quick. It was a very ominous and sad silent experience. I remember feeling myself breath underwater and reluctantly, it felt good. So there goes my entire family + people I love... sinking to the bottom of the ocean. I find a small pipe on a dock wall to hold on to. As if holding by one pinky finger, effortlessly, I dangle and watch the boat sink, the lights falling further away from me. I loose my grip and get sucked down toward it. I think I just surrender to it but float back up easily. Then somehow I flicker into being on land. There, everyone from the boat is standing around, totally dry. It feels like something big had just happened but no one has any recollection of a boat being sunk. I think to myself, wow I must have really dramatically shifted into a parallel reality this time.... I find my mother who is a version of herself when she was my age, 26... I hug her and then I find my grandpa. Everyone is fine, except my Great Grandmother is not there. I dont go looking for her, but I wake up knowing she wasn't there.
A few days later, in my waking dream, my Great Grandmother passed and became my ancestor.