i don't really believe in that stuff, but what happened last night was just so significant, that it was just overwhelming.
i dozed off while my grandpa was talking to me last night, and i was walking up a flight of stairs in what looked like an apartment complex. i opened one of the rooms and my mom was in the room, and my dad was laying on the bed, seemingly dead. i started to cry and then he stood up, and i was just so happy after seeing that. i guess my real life me wanted some answers so i asked him some thing. i asked him a lot of questions and he would just sit there looking at me. a few seconds after that, he opened his mouth and said, "john, i'm here, don't worry anymore." after that, i woke up.
i'm going to state right here and now since you guys think every post someone makes about their life is pleading for attention, that i'm not pleading for sympathy. if you don't believe me, ok then, it doesn't bother me.
what do you guys think?