Thursday, June 07, 2007
I had another somewhat disturbing dream last night or possibly two nights ago. It was about my
Grandmother. You know, the
dead one. And also about my Grandfather (her husband). I went with my cousins to visit him and he was really... struggling. And then Grandma showed up to take care of him, but she was still dead as ever and I knew it.
I guess, in a way, it was also rather a comforting dream. Funny how that works out. My most disturbing dreams really are comforting.
Always remember: wherever you go, there you are!
Labels: Family, Life
