My grandmother died three years ago, right after New Year's Day. She had been in and out of the hospital in the year preceding her death, and I had not seen her for several months. Following her demise, I had two dreams that I will recount here.
My first dream was an attempt at lucid dreaming. When she was still alive, she would let me go through her closet for clothes I wanted, and, once I finally got to sleep, I saw myself doing just that. Unfortunately, this dream was interrupted by someone blasting music outside.
I do not remember the second dream well, as most of it had nothing to do with her, but I do recall the part right before I awoke; she appeared in front of me and told me how proud she was of me.
Though I am no spiritual person, I believe that these dreams were her way of saying goodbye to me.
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