Last night I slept on the mattress my grandmother died in on Thursday. She came to see me in my dreams.
I was walking through a small town with my mother & father. Mima, my grandmother, was following me. I was the only one who was aware of her presence. We came to a backyard with a wooden jungle gym scattered with fallen brown leaves. We climbed to the top and sat down. Mima started talking to me.
"Why can't anyone see me? What's going on? I am so confused."
I told her she was dead & that she had to pass on to the other side. She didn't believe me or wouldn't listen. We were both distressed.
We left that place and walked through the town. Parts of the buildings were very, very old and wooden, other parts were made from recycled bottles and jugs and looked very modern.
We came to a driveway with a family of bald eagles. There were two mature eagles, an immature one, and three or four babies. One of the full grown ones spit up a great salmon with shimmering skin that was still alive for its children to eat.
