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i just had the second most scary expierence of my life.
right when i was 15, some fucking loser spiked my bottled water.
after it kicked in, i was seeing some mad shit, all flashing lights, funny colours, but the oddest thing was i was seeing and talking to my grandad, who'd died a year before that.
so ive just dozed off on the sofa, for maximum 20 minutes.
and i dreamt the exact same stuff as i had when i was mashed up.
i even saw and was spekaing to my grandad. when i woke up my mum was telling me everything i was saying, and it was the exact same stuff i was saying while my eyes were rolling back in my head, and my grandad was tlaking to me.
he kept saying to me
"tell your gran and elaline (my mum) thats they did me proud, tell the lads (my uncles) theyre doing well, and im proud of you for keeping everyone together, i was with you when you went to spain, ive seen you grow up, im proud"
my mum was telling me i was actually replying and talking to him dead clear, like..
"everyone misses you, i need my gramps back, we know your still around, i do hope your proud of me, have you seen zak? (the newest grandad kid)"
mums having bloody kitten, rionging all my relatives up and telling them, i swear they're goin to think im possessed.
it really fucking freaked me out, cause i could see him so clear.
in his blue cardigan with the cid burn on the cuff, and his neatly combed hair even though he hardly had any. his blue jeans with the rip at the bottom and his sick adidas shoes. sat on the broken bench in his garden next to the pond that isnt there anymore.
i dont know wether to be happy or sad about it, it made me miss him even more, but i dont know if it was just a dream or what.
someone help me figure it out pleaaaaase.
i really miss my grandad, he was my iiidol in life, he taught me how to walk because my mum wasnt well enough too.
he serioualy was a god amongst men.
x
right when i was 15, some fucking loser spiked my bottled water.
after it kicked in, i was seeing some mad shit, all flashing lights, funny colours, but the oddest thing was i was seeing and talking to my grandad, who'd died a year before that.
so ive just dozed off on the sofa, for maximum 20 minutes.
and i dreamt the exact same stuff as i had when i was mashed up.
i even saw and was spekaing to my grandad. when i woke up my mum was telling me everything i was saying, and it was the exact same stuff i was saying while my eyes were rolling back in my head, and my grandad was tlaking to me.
he kept saying to me
"tell your gran and elaline (my mum) thats they did me proud, tell the lads (my uncles) theyre doing well, and im proud of you for keeping everyone together, i was with you when you went to spain, ive seen you grow up, im proud"
my mum was telling me i was actually replying and talking to him dead clear, like..
"everyone misses you, i need my gramps back, we know your still around, i do hope your proud of me, have you seen zak? (the newest grandad kid)"
mums having bloody kitten, rionging all my relatives up and telling them, i swear they're goin to think im possessed.
it really fucking freaked me out, cause i could see him so clear.
in his blue cardigan with the cid burn on the cuff, and his neatly combed hair even though he hardly had any. his blue jeans with the rip at the bottom and his sick adidas shoes. sat on the broken bench in his garden next to the pond that isnt there anymore.
i dont know wether to be happy or sad about it, it made me miss him even more, but i dont know if it was just a dream or what.
someone help me figure it out pleaaaaase.
i really miss my grandad, he was my iiidol in life, he taught me how to walk because my mum wasnt well enough too.
he serioualy was a god amongst men.
x