Reamous

I had a dream Sunday that I was in a church, my church. I was talking to someone with blonde hair, it was some guy I didn't recognize. Steve (our preacher) began to talk and I looked down from the crow's nest (place I film the service in) to see a casket beside Steve. He opened it and my Dad was in it dead. Mom and my sister were on the front row crying. Dream ended.

The next day my Dad comes home from work and tells me his Dad died.

I thought how weird that was, but didn't say anything to him. I had told Mom of my dream Sunday, and she thought it strange too. My grandpa lived in Florida, and I live in VA so it would only be logical to have his service down there. My dream was in VA. I told Mom that's where it would be and she informed me later that they were indeed having it in VA, in our church. He had no insurance so we had to cremate him and have his ashes sent home. At the service yesterday (memorial service, not actual funeral), I walked in to practice a song I was to play before the thing started. When I finished, a voice said, "Good job Zac." I freaked. But it was my cousin who I hadn't seen in a while. He was in the crow's nest. Before I knew it he had put the ladder down and invited me up. I sat up there and talked to him, like in the dream.

Later, when the service started, we all had to sit in the front row. Mom and my sister were crying (but a lot of people were, so...) in the same spot in the dream.

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What do you all make of this?

Thanks,
Reamous