So I had a dream this last night that I was in Italy with Melissa Culbertson. I was in the middle of talking to an old friend, when Melissa came up to me and said, "Jenni I just saw your grandfather and he wants to see you." I said, "Oh awesome! Take me to him, I want to see him now." We walked through the streets of Italy (which was beautiful by the way) and ended up at this really old church. I ran into a friend I hadn't seen in years and got into a small talk. I said, "I have to go now, I am about to see my grandfather whom I haven't seen since 1985." (Ps that is the year he died in real life) I turned around and the doors to the church opened. My grandfather came out, looking exactly as the last time I saw him. Extremely handsome, a clean cut Italian man. He jumped down the steps and started doing this silly dance of excitement, ran over to me and picked me up in his arms kissing me on the cheek and dancing in circles. We were both so happy and then I said to myself... "wait how is this possible, he's dead." Then I stopped and looked up at him and it was my dad. I started balling my eyes out and hugging him. He said, "I miss you. I miss my baby." I couldn't stop crying, it went into sobbing and squeezing him, saying "Daddy please don't go! I miss you so much!" He said, "I do too sweety, I love you so much." I told him I loved him, too. He started sobbing as we embraced so tight and BAM I woke up. I woke up balling my damn eyes out.
So.... here we have it. These dreams really screw me up. Although as much as they make me sad the rest of the day, it's worth it to see him. But here's the question. Do any of you believe it's real? And that he came to see me in my dream? Or do you just think it's my mind going through it's stupid grief. Be honest. Oh and if you tell me it's just a dream and grief, the next time I see you I may punch you in the face.
....to that time i found that knucklehead!! haha
2 months ago