I like keeping track of my dreams, when I can remember them, whether they were pleasant or not. And I just had a dream that packed a doozy of an emotional wallop, so....
My whole family was on the road, in a hurry, without much of a plan. We were on our way to a funeral, but because of how disorganized everything was, I was worried that we might not all get there. Only once we were there did the dream let me put together the pieces and realize whose funeral it was -- my favorite uncle, who, in the dream, had unexpectedly dropped dead of an aneurysm. As everyone was filing past and paying their respects to the deceased, I felt overwhelmed and tried to slip out of line, but someone insisted that I stay there and do things properly, and I burst into tears.
It took until I woke up to realize properly what it meant that the person who had tugged me back into line was my grandmother.
