There is this lady. She is my grandmother's neighbour. She visits her regularly, and we've known her for like 10 years.
A couple of months ago my mother receieved a call from her, at 8 a.m. in the morning. Excitedly, she said:
"I just had a dream. It concerns your daughter."
My mother, half sleeping, said that she would call her later.
So dreams are kind of important in traditional Turkish culture. You wake up, and you take it seriously what you just had. And then move on with your day.
It is not good to tell a dream in the middle of the night. You better wait first for the light to come out.
I personally do not much remember having vivid dreams until I moved to Switzerland. But there was a period for about two years that I had to just write down every dream I was having. Dreams were more real than real life. In the end I have 3 dream journals written now. Pages, pages of dreams. I love them. And I hate them. But more importantly, I respect them.
I was going through one of my journals the other day, and I saw this dream, which I had 2 years ago. Seeing it made me smile.
"I am in our old house in Antalya, Turkey. In the kitchen. There is a pot full of honey. And I am trying to take the honey from this pot and put it into another. The honey is so viscous that it becomes harder and harder to transfer. After a while I even start to use my hands. It is a mess. I feel fed up, but I continue. I feel hopeless, and I wonder why I am even doing this. Later I am in another room. I come back to the kitchen, and I see that the honey that I put into the new pot cooled down, got smoother, and became this ceramic like tablet, with blue patterns on it. It is an Ebru**. It looks beautiful."
* "Rüya" originated from Arabic means "Dream" in Turkish. It is also used as a female name.
** Here is a video of how "Ebru" is done.
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