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When I dream, I usually dream of crazy and unrealistic situations. I've dreamt that I pushed Mariah Carey off a cliff when she was trying to sled on grass during the summer. I've dreamt that I married a man named Homer. I've dreamt that Sean and I got married and his brother came to the wedding looking like Keanu Reeves from "A Walk in the Clouds."
For the most part, my dream last night was similar to this. It had something to do with a big Greek event with my old sorority, but the girls put on this huge stage production, and all kinds of random things happened. Nothing out of the ordinary as far as my dreams go because it all was out of the ordinary....which made it ordinary. or something.
Somewhere in the middle of this bizarre dream, I was walking towards a door to go into a stadium where the performance was. A man was standing at the door and opened it for me. It was my Grandpa Olson - he died 4 years ago. I recognized him as I walked through, and then it was like I broke out of my dream. I actually remember feeling like I was breaking the rules of my dream world, because I looked at him with tears in my eyes, and I can still feel the tugging in my heart, and I said, "Grandpa, I miss you." And he smiled, and reached out with his strong and rough hand and patted my shoulder and said, "I know. I miss you too, Melissa. But don't worry." And then I walked through the door and he smiled and waved until the door closed behind me.
He was so vivid. I've not had many dreams like this before where I dream of someone who has passed away. I know other people in my family have had dreams like this, though. The night my other grandpa (Grandpa McGraw) passed away, my brother had a dream that he was in the farm house and ran outside toward the river. Then he turned back to look at the house and directly above the house was a cross made out of the only stars in the sky. When my mom woke him up, she told him they had to go to the hospital because Grandpa wasn't doing well, but my brother said he felt an extreme peace because he already knew that Grandpa was gone, but he also knew where Grandpa went.
I woke up this morning feeling a mixture of sadness, peace, and hope. My Grandpa Olson was not a man of many words, and he was often gruff and he didn't show affection very well. The times he did, though, stand out as such genuine moments. I loved getting ready for church or a family dinner out, because I'd come out in my best dress and he'd look at me and say "Boy, Melissa, do you look classy." And then my Grandma would come out, in her 80-year-old glory, and he'd say "Blossom, you're sexy." And she'd blush. He loved her so much, and he loved us too. I remember seeing him in his hospital bed, when he could barely talk because of the stroke, and he managed to still tell me he loved me. That was the last time we spoke. Until last night. It might be a product of my imagination, sure, but I believe that moments like this - whether when awake or asleep - are little moments given by God to make us hope just a little more.
For the most part, my dream last night was similar to this. It had something to do with a big Greek event with my old sorority, but the girls put on this huge stage production, and all kinds of random things happened. Nothing out of the ordinary as far as my dreams go because it all was out of the ordinary....which made it ordinary. or something.
Somewhere in the middle of this bizarre dream, I was walking towards a door to go into a stadium where the performance was. A man was standing at the door and opened it for me. It was my Grandpa Olson - he died 4 years ago. I recognized him as I walked through, and then it was like I broke out of my dream. I actually remember feeling like I was breaking the rules of my dream world, because I looked at him with tears in my eyes, and I can still feel the tugging in my heart, and I said, "Grandpa, I miss you." And he smiled, and reached out with his strong and rough hand and patted my shoulder and said, "I know. I miss you too, Melissa. But don't worry." And then I walked through the door and he smiled and waved until the door closed behind me.
He was so vivid. I've not had many dreams like this before where I dream of someone who has passed away. I know other people in my family have had dreams like this, though. The night my other grandpa (Grandpa McGraw) passed away, my brother had a dream that he was in the farm house and ran outside toward the river. Then he turned back to look at the house and directly above the house was a cross made out of the only stars in the sky. When my mom woke him up, she told him they had to go to the hospital because Grandpa wasn't doing well, but my brother said he felt an extreme peace because he already knew that Grandpa was gone, but he also knew where Grandpa went.
I woke up this morning feeling a mixture of sadness, peace, and hope. My Grandpa Olson was not a man of many words, and he was often gruff and he didn't show affection very well. The times he did, though, stand out as such genuine moments. I loved getting ready for church or a family dinner out, because I'd come out in my best dress and he'd look at me and say "Boy, Melissa, do you look classy." And then my Grandma would come out, in her 80-year-old glory, and he'd say "Blossom, you're sexy." And she'd blush. He loved her so much, and he loved us too. I remember seeing him in his hospital bed, when he could barely talk because of the stroke, and he managed to still tell me he loved me. That was the last time we spoke. Until last night. It might be a product of my imagination, sure, but I believe that moments like this - whether when awake or asleep - are little moments given by God to make us hope just a little more.