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I had a really weird dream about my grandmother's house last night. it's been fucking with my head so bad. it's been eons, but it was just like yesterday. everything was just as i last remembered it. same kitchen table, same patio, same bulkhead, my grandmother's room was pristine as usual. even the television we used ot watch wheel of fortune on was the exact same.
I assume it was after my grandmother's funeral or something because she just wasn't there and i think somone might have told me. and it was like no one really gave a shit, it was just really lax and no one seemed to give a shit that she was gone.
oh and just to put things into prespective, my mom was smoking cigarettes at the kitchen table, that's how strange and absurd it was.
and for some reason, everyone kept telling me that i hadn't seen the whole house and that i needed to go upstairs, but i seriously couldn't. if you ever went there, you know why.
man, that place scared the living shit out me.
it's been so long since I said it, but I miss my grandma really bad.
I assume it was after my grandmother's funeral or something because she just wasn't there and i think somone might have told me. and it was like no one really gave a shit, it was just really lax and no one seemed to give a shit that she was gone.
oh and just to put things into prespective, my mom was smoking cigarettes at the kitchen table, that's how strange and absurd it was.
and for some reason, everyone kept telling me that i hadn't seen the whole house and that i needed to go upstairs, but i seriously couldn't. if you ever went there, you know why.
man, that place scared the living shit out me.
it's been so long since I said it, but I miss my grandma really bad.