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I've been sad all day because of a dream I had last night.
In my dream, my grandmother was in the hospital, as she often was, and things looked bad...but the doctors managed to do some procedure, and she got much better. In the dream, she looked the way she looked several years ago, before she started losing weight and becoming frail and confused and passive.
I sat down on her hospital bed to chill with her, and she was all, "So, are there any cute boys here?" Which is exactly the sort of thing she used to ask.
In my dream, my grandmother was in the hospital, as she often was, and things looked bad...but the doctors managed to do some procedure, and she got much better. In the dream, she looked the way she looked several years ago, before she started losing weight and becoming frail and confused and passive.
I sat down on her hospital bed to chill with her, and she was all, "So, are there any cute boys here?" Which is exactly the sort of thing she used to ask.