To Sleep, Perchance to Dream...

Last night I had a very strange dream. I was in my old hometown, walking with someone I can't remember. I think it was supposed to be either my husband or our son. Anyway, I wanted to walk past my Grandma's old house. (Grandma died many decades ago.) We saw that it was all fixed up and didn't look much like I remembered it. It was painted white and had 3 stories plus an attic. Grandma's house was single-story, so I wondered about the extra stories. I saw some people from my high school going in and out of the house so I asked if I could see what changes had been made. 

Inside the house was a completely different floorplan than what I remembered. It seemed dimensional inside, much bigger than it looked from the outside. As I walked through the house I was telling people about how I remembered the house looking. And then I saw my Aunt Vivian sitting in a chair where Grandma always sat. 

This is where I'm confused. Yes, here. Let me explain. It used to be that whenever I dreamed about Aunt Vivian, she would show up for a visit within a day or two. But Vivian died several years ago. I don't know what kind of message I'm supposed to get from this, if any.

I didn't get to see the full inside of the house because a loud clap of thunder woke me up. I wish I could have seen more.

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