Peroe

So
For context, I lost my grandmother in June of last year. She died from complications from Alzheimer's, which she struggled with for the better part of a decade. So for most of my life, she didn't know my name. Most of the memories I had of her are filled with silence, and that's what my image of her has been up until now, until I spoke with her in last night's dream.

In the dream, for whatever reason I'm at this guy's house having a metal part made for me. As he's grinding away on the band saw, a person enters the room. That person is my grandmother, who beckons me out of the room. I follow her to a love seat out in the hallway, where we sit down and talk. She is fully conscious. She tells me that she loves me and she missed me,and glad to see me now. She seemed so real and full of life, unlike how I remembered her. I ask her if she was aware every time I was visited her even though she couldn't communicate. She said yes, and also that she was disappointed that I didn't see her more often. This made me feel shameful. I told her that I know I should have, and apologized for it.

We were silent for a minute or so, and then coincidentally I started talking about dreams. I asked her if she remembered any profound dreams from her life. She said yes, and began telling me about one of them. As she spoke, I slowly floated back up to my waking self, and woke up.


So yeah. I know this is just a dream and that my grandma was probably just a dream character, but nevertheless the experience was just so profound. Above all I'm glad that I now have a way of remembering my grandmother as she was, before the Alzheimer's