This blog is turning into where I write down my weird dreams. And even that doesn't come up much...

Anyhow, last night my dream started with me walking along a road in the Midwest somewhere with really tall grass that hadn't been cut on the side of the road. It was a sunny day, and clearly summer, but not so hot that it bothered me in the slightest. I walked a bit on the road and was greeted by my maternal grandfather. The first thing I said to him was "Well this is going to be an interesting dream, huh?" and he kinda nodded back or something. After that, I said "So what, I'm talking to myself now?" -- meaning that I knew I was dreaming, and knew my grandfather had been dead since I was 7, so clearly I was generating both sides of the conversation we were having. He responded with a rather long answer that was a bit metaphysical, and referenced reincarnation and something about "a thousand years" that I don't quite remember. In any event, I remember that, within the dream, I the answer led me to accept that, while I knew I was dream, I was still talking to my grandfather. Sadly, I forgot exactly what we talking about after that, I just remember walking with him along that road (totally empty, no cars or people) talking to him. I sometimes think of what I would say to him now, and more specifically, what he would say to me. He was without a doubt the closest person in the world to me growing up, and someone that I looked up to more than I've ever looked up to anyone. Just wanted to get this dream "on paper" so I can come back to it years from now.