Recently, my grandmother died. And... maybe I should say passed away, that's a little... sounds weird to say, but... she passed away, and I... have had that on my mind a bit, and her house was very filled with things. It was always known while she was alive that there was a lot of stuff in her house, and there was... it was kind of... exciting and scary to search around as a child, because there were so many nooks and crannies you could find yourself into, and a lot of spiders, and dark hidden areas. Anyways. The dream was that I was at her house post her passing, and there was... I was supposed to organize her things a little bit, or like... like, sort things, and there were a bunch of people who didn't know her there. And I was in one of the rooms, and she walked in, and she didn't look at me, she didn't really look at anything in particular, she just walked into the room and looked about, uh... just... just gazing around, and then she walked out of the room. And the whole time I was completely just in shock, and I didn't really know what to do. And then I... I left the room, and I found somebody in a different room, and I started crying, and someone started holding me, like in a... you know, an appropriate embrace, and their hands were on my back, and I was crying onto their shoulder. And I started to wake up a little bit, and as I started to wake up, I could feel their fingers starting to dig harder into my back, and that frightened me, and so then I woke up, like, immediately. It was... and... I... I left with the... the thought about... it's as if they wanted me to stay there.