Back to the topic, not long after that, I dreamed that my grandmother was in the dark room where I slept with her. As usual, I comb my hair with a comb. I stood at the door and looked at her. Then when my grandmother turned around, her back shone with golden light, just like those immortals on TV. Then she came up to me and said, "I'm kidding." It took me many years to say this, because in the first few years, I was afraid to mention my grandmother, and I would cry when I mentioned it. Don't dare to tell your family when you grow up.
Another thing is that my grandfather died. More than two years ago, my grandfather had a heart attack and left. Obviously, he is a tough guy. He rides his bike during the day and suddenly leaves at night. At three o'clock in the morning, when I was watching the ball game at home, I heard my mother's cell phone ring. At that time, I suddenly had a hunch that I didn't want to answer this call, and neither did my mother. Because my parents were asleep, I really didn't answer the first call.
I was numb when I first heard the news. I just miss him very much, but my heart is not painful, sad, and I feel nothing when I shed tears. When I went back the next day, I just looked at grandpa's portrait in a daze, but I still didn't feel anything, just dull. Two weeks before Grandpa left, my mother told me that she missed me and wanted my mother to take me back to my hometown to see him in a few days.
I didn't feel sad until grandpa was buried. I thought I wasn't sad at all. However, when I returned to a class abroad (I have been studying abroad), I cried every day for a month, which was heartbreaking. Then I dreamed about my grandfather several times. At first, he accompanied me, and then he rode me off, just like when I was a child. Later, I told my mother, who said that when I went to grandpa's grave these days, I would tell him not to come to my dream (because we have a saying here that if the dreamer tells you to take you away, the dreamer will die soon), so I said to my mother in a hurry, "Mom, it's okay, don't tell my grandpa, he is with me in my dream." He probably just misses me and can't bear to part with me. You tell him that if you miss me, you will often come to my dreams. "
Sadly, in fact, one month before my grandfather died, my cousin died, and it was hard for me to accept the death. When my brother left, my father didn't want me to see him before he died. But when I said I was old, I thought I could bear it. Unfortunately, I didn't expect that I would lose two relatives in a short time. I couldn't bear it, and was later diagnosed as depression by the doctor. Maybe I'm too fragile, or maybe I'm abroad all the year round and I'm too lonely alone. In short, I had a hard time.
I have experienced both of these things, so I really want to believe in my dreams.