Dreams

I dream all the time. Mostly of stuff that has no meaning at all, and some are just plain disturbing. However dreams like last night I hate. I do not like dreaming of things that could be real and make you question if it happened etc.
 Mother's day 2004 my aunt (mother's sister) was 40 and had only been 40 for 2 months when she had a massive heart attack. She stayed in a vegetative state like the lady in Florida that was all over the news. Terri Shivo (Sp?) for almost a month, and passed. It was sick awful. Well at the same time my grandmother - her mom had been battling ovarian cancer since 2001. She did not have the 2 chemotherapy's scheduled over the time Sandy was either in the hospital or inpatient Hospice. Well she should not of done that in hindsight. She lost her battle 2 weeks to the day that Sandy died. Both on a Sunday. Both in June. Nobody not even Walter knows that June is a hard moth for me. Wait that is not true, a dear friend also thinks the month of June suck too. That friend has had similar loss.
I usually just breeze through June and try not to think of it. One year it came and went and I went shit! It's possible to not think about the memories of that year, that month. Those were the moments that lead up to my mother less then 2 years later putting a gun to her head, only to be found by a neighbor.
Well back to my dream, I was dreaming I had woken up and was at my grandmother's house. I got up went to the bathroom and saw bottles of booze, wine glass, and mouthwash. Oh and what appeared to be vomit near the toilet. Any of you with a alcoholic in the house or growing up have seen this at least once. I cleaned the mess, and went to get coffee. My aunt was already having coffee. She startled me. She began to tell me that my grandmother had been in the attic trying to find the pluming problem. (My grandmother did go into the attic, we were always mad that something would happen to her) Plumbing problem was a palm tree that had grown through the wall, and my grandmother had cut it down. We cracked up about that, and had coffee. They always had the best coffee. Pure Kona, my grandmother would get from a Butcher of all places. Just me and Sandy.
That was a dream. But it seemed so real. You know looking back today is the day she passed away 7 years ago. I miss her. I wonder does this mean in two weeks Nanny will visit me in a dream?
You know during that awful 2 weeks back then something magical happened. I conceived a son, who 9 months later was born on Sandy's birthday. If that does not make you believe in angels, or Divine intervention what will?