December 5, 2005

• I had a dream the other night about my grandmother.

  It's all very fuzzy and dream-like with very few details.
  All I can clearly remember is that I was asleep and her touching my
  forehead woke me up because she had very cold hands - which, she
  explained, was because she was dead. And she was young - but still
  looked just like my grandmother. She talked to me and told me
  somethings that I don't remember, but then told me that she was happy
  and happy for me and that she was glad I was getting married, she was
  glad that she'd met my fiance and that I shouldn't be sad. And then she
  faded away.

  Kind of left me feeling all peaceful and loving and, well, happy. Don't
  know if it's my subconscious trying to make me happy or what, but I'll
  take it for what it's worth and enjoy it.

  • 9:30 pm
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