I had an odd dream last night.
Grandfather and I were fighting, but that wasn't anything new. What was odd was that we were dressed like something out of a Dickens novel. Really old fashioned. Probably like what my friends have dreamt, come to think of it.
We were fighting politics, like we always do, but we also argued about my father, which is something we'd never really talked about, in real life. My parents both died when I was young, so my aunt and my grandfather raised me. But in my dream, my grandfather kept insisting that my father wanted nothing to do with me.
Anyway, I was angry at grandfather for making me go visit my father, but when I arrived I found out that he had been very sick and passed away the night before. So I went to church and spoke to the a man there, who told me that my father came to church every Sunday just to see me, but that he wasn't allowed to talk to me or I'd lose my inheritance.
Which, of course, meant another huge argument with grandfather for lying to me all these years. In my dream I decided to try and find out more about my father, and as it turns out, he was a war hero.
I woke up feeling furious with grandfather (nothing new) and deeply upset that I was never able to know my father, either in real life or in my dreams.
I'm not sure what all of this means, but it wasn't the most pleasant of experiences. I'm starting to see what my friends were talking about.