Dreams of my forefathers…

Last night I had a very creepy dream.

I was at some anonymous family event and noticed an old man that I had never seen before sitting in an armchair. I went over to talk to him and he told me that he was my great-grandfather. He went on to explain that he 109 years old (and he looked it) and that my whole family was proud of me (a bit strange out of context, but hey, he’s old). He told me that someone had sent him to come and see me and he was sad that we had never met. He ended the conversation by telling me that Jesus loves me and gave me a hug. The whole scene kind’ve did that dissolve to dust and blow away thing that you see in movies right before I woke up.

My great-grandfather died before I was born and I never knew him. I’m going to find out how old he would be if he were still alive today, if it’s 109 then I might just go crazy. Either way, very creepy dream.