Dreams...
So I've been dreaming about my grandma a lot lately--which isn't a surprise or a change, really. I've been dreaming about her a lot since about April. But last night I dreamt my parents, Grandma and I were on vacation somewhere in Northern Illinois. We stopped at some indoor/outdoor fast food place to eat. My grandma sat at a different table from us, and she was walking with a cane. She kept getting up to look out the window, and when she did she wasn't using her cane. Dad and I were both afraid she was going to fall, but she didn't.
I went up to order my food from the guy at the counter, only to discover I knew him. It was Jesse Hadley, this kid I went to school with from fifth grade on--we were good friends until he moved and we lost touch. I was really happy to see him and was writing down all my contact info to give to him when my alarm clock went off and woke me up.
Weird.
I went up to order my food from the guy at the counter, only to discover I knew him. It was Jesse Hadley, this kid I went to school with from fifth grade on--we were good friends until he moved and we lost touch. I was really happy to see him and was writing down all my contact info to give to him when my alarm clock went off and woke me up.
Weird.