Grandma

Date: 11/6/2016

I start remember the dream when we were all sitting down for dinner. It was a holiday, thanksgiving maybe. But all my family was Asian. I still sat down to eat, then all of a sudden it was like an action movie, one of the family members pushed the table with his feet, like some type of special jujitsu move. Then there was a lot of commotion and havoc. I just stood back watching. The scene changes where I'm actually with family. My aunt, cousin, the whole nine. We were all looking at pictures of family and having a good time. We were talking about my grandmother, who passed away in reality. Then I remembered my father said there was a big box downstairs that had pictures in it. At this point things were becoming lucid (finally!) I headed towards the stairs and I look over and there's my grandmother. She's gorgeous, I can smell her, she's cooking some of our favorite soul food, I'm seeing her like she was when I was young. Long hair, skin still smooth, bright eyes, big smile. I'm stuck on the stairs in shock staring at her cause it's looking so real. She says to me something along the lines of "you know the rules about the basement" I forgot we have to ask first (how it used to be in reality because it was a lot of junk and she thought it was dangerous) but then I look down the stairs it's clear, no clutter. I can smell how the basement used to smell. I look back and she's just smiling. I'm overwhelmed with feeling and just start bawling. I miss her, I try to gain composure because I don't want to loose this lucidity, I want to talk to her. But I can feel myself slipping. I take one last look with watery eyes, and wake up. Mad at myself for not keeping my cool.