Before I get into the details of the dream I'm going to tell you (for those who may not know) that my grandpa died last week (they're thinking the 28th of July). Now with that said I will also tell you that: I used to live with him, for about 7 or 8 months. I moved out of my parents house after my mom and I got into an argument. My grandpa was kicked out, and in the heat of the moment, I was "kicked out" as well. I stayed with my grandma for a couple of weeks (that didn't work out because of her religion--that can be another blog post). So when my grandpa found a place, I moved in with him. Now I didn't know what kind of life style he was living during the last few months living in my parents' basement (he moved into my parents' place a year after he moved out of the house he was renting--my step grandma had died there July 29th, 2006). I found out upon moving in with him, that he was getting back into drinking and hanging out with whores at strip clubs. It eventually got worse. I moved out on June 12th of this year, to New Philadelphia (from Columbus). I got used to having my own things really quickly.
After hearing about his death, I dropped everything and went back to Columbus to help my mom (who was left to do everything) because I didn't want her going through that alone.
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Now onto the details of my dream:
It was at grandpa's (old) apartment, the room that used to be mine. My dresser, bed and night stand are the only pieces of furniture that I saw. My grandpa was pale, and sleeping on my bed. The snoring sounded real, but I knew it wasn't. (so I was aware in the dream). He was pale but somewhat translucent. The glow of the room was blue, with the red glow of my alarm clock numbers. The window blinds were open, I could see the trees outside, but I didn't see any green. It looked as though it were gray outside. It wasn't dark and it wasn't bright. My mom was there, but she couldn't see my grandpa. We were trying to get my cell phone charger and get out fast. So my mom stood on top of my bed trying to avoid my grandpa, I was giving her directions. She didn't want to touch him, although he couldn't see us, she couldn't see him, but I could see him. He kept sliding off the bed, onto the floor, and the only words I could make out are, "Time to go live the old life." He would mumble that over and over as he was sliding off of the bed and sliding back onto the bed. There was a vacuum in the room, right by the bed, and he would grab hold of it one time while sliding off and trying to get back on the bed. His eyes were closed. He was fully clothed (shirt and jean shorts). I remember seeing my bedroom doorway, the hallway, and the living room door/front door.
That's all I remember. I don't know what it means, maybe I'll go figure it out.
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