But it needs to be written.
Last night I dreamed about my Granny (my grandmother on my father's side). She died when I was eight or nine from a brain tumor. She was living with us when she died. That young, I knew that cancer was bad, but I didn't know that it killed people. I didn't realize my grandmother was dying. And then she did. My parents sent my brother and I to spend the night with our other grandmother. All we knew was that we were having a sleepover at Grandma's, and that I couldn't go back to my house to get my stuffed rabbit that I'd forgotten. She died that night.
Last night I dreamed that we were at her house. She was spoiling my siblings and me like crazy (like she always did) and Ben Kingsley was my grandfather (mildly understandable. I've been obsessing over him since "Hugo"). But in my dream, the most important part, was that I got to hug my Granny, and to tell her how much I loved her.
It may sound a bit silly, but I think she had a hand in sending me that dream. I think that, somehow, she got my hug, and that I got one from her. I think that she really was there, that it wasn't just some psychological manipulation by the firing neurons in my brain. It's kinda funny, because I haven't thought about her for a while.
Now I can eat (because everyone knows that if you eat before you tell someone your dream, it won't come true).
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