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I had a weird dream this morning, and my Grandpa Mike was in it.
He had his cane and he was going down steps, to a basement in whatever house we were in. Somebody, I think one of his nephews (my dad's cousin), needed to use the bathroom, but it was in use. Grandpa went downstairs (it was a basement, like with concrete floors, not developed), and noted there was another bathroom. (None of us had been in this house prior, so we didn't know it). So, he yelled up, in his gruff voice that he could use the downstairs bathroom.
There was also some punk concert going on at the same time.
Not sure how to explain it.
But, I've got to go to work.
He had his cane and he was going down steps, to a basement in whatever house we were in. Somebody, I think one of his nephews (my dad's cousin), needed to use the bathroom, but it was in use. Grandpa went downstairs (it was a basement, like with concrete floors, not developed), and noted there was another bathroom. (None of us had been in this house prior, so we didn't know it). So, he yelled up, in his gruff voice that he could use the downstairs bathroom.
There was also some punk concert going on at the same time.
Not sure how to explain it.
But, I've got to go to work.