Last night I dreamed with my grandfather who died six years ago. I loved him more than I love my parents. I don't know if this means something. I dreamed that he died and my mother, my grandm and my grandpa's father were preparing to embalm him on the stairs of an orthodox church ( we are protestans ). I was having the same age I had when he died and I was riding my bicyle with my cousin, my best friend to a boy who has the house by the church. The persons went from the body, and my grandpa rised on his feet and started to talk with a member of the church ( my granpa was the leader ). I run to him and I asked him how he is alive and he said he's done so much efforts to see me again. Then, we went home and my grandma kissed him lightly, then he hugged me and I asked him if he would rise his nephews as he promised. Then, I awaked.
2006-07-22
11:40:52
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