I dream about my grandparents a lot. Sometimes I am confused, thinking maybe I fixed them and they are back in my life and just fine and sometimes I know it is a dream. Last night I had a dream that I knew was a dream. I knew it was a dream because they were sitting on a cloud that looked like a parade float, and when my grandma spoke to me the words sounded like my words and not like hers. I knew it was me talking to myself.
"Hi, it's really me!" she said. "There is a brown coat that I want you to have! I spilled soup on it a few days before I died because I was starting to secretly be sick even though no one knew, and my secret sickness made me spill my soup. It is in the white laundry hamper in the room that used to be yours and it is the one I wore to your talent show in fifth grade and you will recognize it. Go to my house and open the hamper and when you find it there you will know that this conversation was real."
And when I told Luke about this dream later I cried a little and he asked me if I kind of wanted to go look in her dirty clothes and I said yes.
Now here is a photo of my grandma, looking like an angel, sitting on a parade float that looks like a cloud.