I hate my dreams. Third time this has happened to me. I go to sleep in a good mood, and then I wake up sobbing.
First time, it involved my mother. Second time was about...a month after my grandfather died (I think...) and now as of this writing, my grandmother fell in line.
I remember most of the dream. Something had happened to her, and my grammy ended up in the hospital with a fractured SOMETHING. Had to do with her neck....or was it even a fracture...
Anyways, she was living on borrowed time. they wanted to try removing her skull to see if it helped (obviously now it was a dream) or just leave her to die there on the bed.
My ma, sis an