Unconcsious Communication

It is said the we can communicate with the dead through our dreams. And I truly believe it.
Almost every night before I sleep, there is never a moment that I don't think of my late grandparents, especially my grandmother.

2 nights ago, grandpa visited me in my dreams. The setting was inside their old room, long before when the house wasn't renovated yet. All things were in their usual place - the rocking chair on the left, their bed on the middle , the television in front. We were inside the room, and I was just casually talking to him. It was just a fun and light conversation and parts I remember about the conversation is that he would regularly visit me in my dreams, and I was telling him how amazing this mode of visit was. I was telling him things like, though he's dead, we'd still see each other as usual.

This morning, I woke up after the same dream, but this time, with my grandmother. I was in a phonebooth, and I could hear her voice over the phone. We were checkin' each other; I'm telling her I miss her and I love her, and she was saying the same thing. In the dream, it seemed like I know she's already dead, but she came back to regularly visit me as she was saying. Her voice on that dream resonates vividly until now that I'm awake and writing this.

It's a good thing. Though I miss them so badly every day, I'm still happy that they are watching me from up above. It may sound so cheesy but I would do anything to make my old folks proud until the rest of my days.

Mystery Quest. Foreigners. Electrecuted.

The title contains the keywords about what happened to me unconsciously last night. But the totality was vague. I couldn't remember the exact twist of events or the narrative correlation of each.

Mystery Quest. I remember walking on sidewalks on daytime, looking around stores and establishments or houses. I entered one, which had wooden-framed square glass windows. I was looking for someone or something, which I cannot remember anymore.

Another part of the dream I remember (I'm trying hard to picture it!) brought me back to my mom & dad's previous house interior. I totally forgot what I was doing there.

Foreigners. In another part of the dream, I remember walking on sidewalks (again..) but in a crowded place. It seemed like I was also walking on circles and all around, finding my way to nothingville. The place was like an old but still active shopping mall or shopping place, with gray exteriors. There were many people, and as I was making may way, I kept on bumping on to Amercians or whoever caucasians present there.

Electrecuted. Following the 'foreigners' segment, as I found my way out the shopping place, in an open area beside it, but still there was a maddening crowd and I kept on finding my way out, I saw a lot of men on ladders trying to reach the ceiling. People were at the base for support and help. I guess they were all trying to fix the lights. The place was somehow old, that's why. As I was walking around, bumping to people, making my way, I could see every person's eyes were glued on the men on the ladders. As I continued to walk away, I heard a loud explosion followed by explosive amounts of scream. I looked back and saw the men on ladders being zapped and roasted alive. The commotion started and people were freaking out. I rapidly made my way out. guess I managed to escape the madness after all.