death

The dream had been going on before this, but I don’t remember that much of it. I was at my grandmother’s house, but it looked like she was staying at a Holiday Inn because a Holiday Inn truck pulled up outside her house. I went up some very narrow stairs to her porch, and it looked like there were other porches. I didn’t have to knock, she just came out. She peered at me, but couldn’t tell who I was. I jokingly told her I was Billie Bob Thornton. “I don’t know who that is,” she replied, looking down at our feet. I laughed and told her my real name, saying, “You ought to know who that is.” She hugged me and smiled.

I dropped to my knees sadly, laying my head on her stomach. We held each other for a long time. From another porch, I heard someone saying, “I came to you because I knew I was going to die,” praying, and what sounded like my grandmother saying a blessing over their head. I started praying, and my grandmother whispered prayers over my head. On the other porch that I could see just slightly, the deck tilted and I heard an “Amen,” then a thump, and a sliding sound. A body started sliding off the deck to the ground below; it was my father.