Last night I dreamed about my grandmother, my mother’s mother, who died seven years ago. (She died seven years ago this week, actually, which is maybe why she was on my mind, although I hadn’t actually thought about her in quite some time.)
I went to visit her at the senior highrise apartment where she lived with my grandfather and then alone for a few months after he died. She was already asleep when I got there. I was drunk, and somehow locked myself out in my underwear, and so I decided to take a nap in my grandfather’s bedroom, which in the dream was across the hall in a different apartment. My grandfather’s bedroom was very fancy and kind of (but not overly) tacky, like Vegas hotel rooms look in movies that aren’t about the mob, and then we both fell asleep. My grandmother walked in and I was afraid she would be scared—she and my boyfriend never met in real life—but actually she was just happy.