I think I might have mentioned this dream before. It came about a year ago, perhaps a bit longer -- 18 months.
In it, my grandfather is sitting between two guys who look like mafia goons. They are making rather smug faces and avoiding eye contact, but bouncing their heads slightly from time to time, as if nodding "yes." They were each kind of like a caricature of a Robert Di Nero mob character.
In between them my grandfather is giving me a meaningful look. He's drinking scotch and asks me if I'd like some. I say yes. He pours me a glass, but when he goes to hand it to me, he splashes it in my face. He says, "Oh sorry, let me get you another one." I laugh in the dream. I tell him how happy I am to see him and enjoy being able to be with him, but wonder what the other two guys are there for.
After I wake up, I realize he's telling me to wake up to something. He can't be specific because of the goons sitting beside him. At the time, I thought it had something to do with the band I was in.
A rather odd dream, no? I felt that my grandfather really had something to do with it, and had done this at some risk to himself. Needless to say, I was grateful for his effort. I have wondered many times since whether I got the gist of it right?
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