I had another dream not too long ago involving my grandpa. Actually, I had two but I didn't remember the first one after waking up, I just remembered that he was in it. Go figure.
The second one, however, was very brief and a little bit odd just because of the sheer randomness of it.
The dream starts with me being in the bathroom and heading toward the door. I was finished already and wanted to go back to my room. I opened the door onto the hallway and there was my grandfather walking by the door. He had use of both of his legs, although his scars were still there, without any indication that there had ever been anything wrong with them (he had gotten into a terrible motorcycle accident the year either of or just before I was born and broke both of his legs. One knee was removed and fused together, his hip held on with a Richard's screw and the ankle of that leg was also fused. The other had an artificial knee). He was wearing shorts and a t-shirt. He turned to look at me and smiled, still having his full salt-and-pepper beard and his glasses. He was holding our little Pomeranian, Junior.
He had never known Junior, because he died before he could ever see the dog or know it ever existed in the world. I don't know why he was holding that dog in the dream, because he knew both Piccolo and Hunni and neither of them were in the dream.
I find this a little odd because until these two dreams (the one I don't remember, and this one) I hadn't dreamed about my grandfather in quite a while. At least, not that I remember. So, I have to wonder what brought it on, you know?? :p
Oh well. It was a cute dream, either way. It ended right after he smiled at me and continued down the hallway as if nothing were out of place and I went to my room. My dream self didn't seem too surprised, I just turned to go to my room like nothing was out of place whatsoever or that seeing Grandpa was at all strange. It was daylight and the sun was shining into the hallway.
That ended the dream.
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