A year after my Grandma passed away, I was flipping through a photo album and came across a picture of her before she became very ill. She looked happy and healthy and still had both her legs, which were both amputated before she passed. I could barely remember her happy and healthy and sobbed myself to sleep in the middle of my bedroom floor during the middle of the day. I began to dream a very vivid dream, which is not normal. I have very vivid horrifying nightmares, but I'm not getting into that in this story. Anyway in this real like dream I walk through a set of doors into a very large room, the ceiling was as high as the heavens. It appeared to be like a library shelves lined in books and beautiful wood trim and floors. In the center of the room a large, golden grande piano and there sat my Grandma beaming from ear to ear. She loved playing the piano and played every Sunday for the church.
She patted the seat next to her on the bench, beckoning me to sit next to her. Then we talked. She asked about everyone and listened. I'm pretty sure she already knew how everyone was doing, she just wanted me to talk. After awhile she announced she had to get back but wanted to show me something real quick. She lifted the bottom of her dress to reveal both of her legs. She told me she feels good and she's happy and no longer hurting. This was why she brought me here but our time had come to an end and I needed to go back. I cried and asked where she was going. She pointed to the tallest, golden doors I could ever imagine. Said she was going through those doors and I had to go through the doors I came in from. I begged to go with her but she laughed and said it was too soon. So I hesitantly got up hugged her goodbye and walked slowly through my doors as she waved goodbye... But this goodbye wasn't for good.
I remember seeing brown shoes and cream trousers and they were sitting on a wooden pew (benches). Then when I got off the stage I was met by a lady saying that I done well and I had to leave through the door I came from. I found my self feeling honored of my experience. You do tend to know the difference between a dream and transportation. Thank you for lovely story,
X mwilcock x