Let's Do the Time Warp, Again

Dreams are an interesting time warp.

I haven't seen my grandfather in 17 years due to his being deceased but I saw him this morning; in a dream.

There I was back at the tiny trailer where they lived standing over the sink and he was there asking if I was going to wash the dishes that I'd dirtied.  I said, yes, of course, never missing a beat, but so glad to see him. Tiny, wrinkled, but sharp of mind which wasn't the case in his last few years and pain-free which I vaguely recall him being--back when I was five--before his heart surgery. He just was never the same after that.

I was an adult in the dream. I was 18 when he died but, looking back, I have grown up a lot in 17 years.  I was  hanging out talking to him about nothing important or substantial when I realized I had let myself into someone else's house.

I used to live there, after my Grandmother died and before I moved to Michigan.  The neighbors bought the land and trailer in the mean time and one of their daughters are living there with her family.

In the dream I had "broken in" but all my grandparents' things were still there, even though I realized that I had cleaned out the trailer and taken loads of those things with me in the move.

I was standing at the sink doing the dishes when the owner of the house pulled up. I knew she was coming because she had been making soap or something on my grandparents' table (which my cousin Shelley has) and so had to greet her and apologize for breaking in. Handed her the key (which I don't have)  and explained that I had been talking to my grandparents (who she knew).

Really, really strange.  And then I woke up.

My grandmother died just before Thanksgiving in 2007. And my grandpa died just before Christmas way back in 1995.  And yes, I still miss them both.