Dreams

I had a dream last night so vivid it had me misty eyed when I woke up. Anyone who knows me at all knows how close my Gramma Jacobs and I were. She was my one safe place in the world, the one person who never let me down.

I saw her in the last house she ever lived in, a sweet little house of just three rooms. But it was a haven for me and I saw it and her as clearly as I did when I went there to spend weekends with her as a kid. Right down to that ugly fuzzy pink robe someone had given her for Christmas one year. She hated that damned thing, but out of love for the person, kept it and just never used it.

In the dream, I was protecting her against something, I had a rifle and was prepared to use it to defend her.

Very weird dream...very weird.