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.