when dreams become reality

whether just a dream or real life, i saw my grampa about a week ago. i was not able to fall asleep one night so i simply closed my eyes and wished i could talk to him. suddenly i felt as if i came out of my body and entered into this room made solely out of clouds; the floors, the walls, the ceilings. everything. it was very bright and sunny inside this cloud room. at first, i looked around and saw nothing, but then, my grampa appeared as a hologram-like figure. his image continuously switched between him as a young baseball player (like the picture we having hanging in our dining room) and him as an older man (like how i would remember him). i remember getting frustrated with him because he could not make up his mind on how he wanted to look, and i was tired and just wanted to say hi and then go to sleep! i finally told him to make up his mind, and he chose the older image of himself because it was the one i recognized. he looked happy and healthy. when he spoke to me, he was not suffering through the sentence as he used to in the last couple years of his life; he was able to breathe.

he told me to tell grama that even though she enjoys having coffee with him at his grave site, he is there in the mornings in their kitchen when she has coffee, too, and she does not have to visit the grave site in order to be with him; he is always around. he also told me to tell my mother that the baby she miscarried between my brother and i, sophia, reminded him of me when i was younger. i did not have a chance to ask him anything or even speak to him because sophia ran into the room wanting him to play with her. in my "dream", sophia was about six-years-old, and she was wearing a bright red dress with lace around the trim. she had on black tights with black shoes, and her hair golden brown, soft curls were in pig tails with red ribbons. she looked like a little girl all dressed up for christmas. before they left, they both looked at each other and then at me and smiled. together, in unison, they said that they would see me soon, and then, hand-in-hand, walked away. as they walked away, they slowly disappeared into the clouds, and i woke up in my bed with butterflies in my belly; it was the feeling i got when i used to swing high as a kid.

i wish i would have been able to ask questions or speak, but i have not figured out how to yet or even if i can. the visit was so short so i do not know if there would be much time for talking. mostly, it is just a vision; it is like a short movie playing as clearly as it would on television.

the room interests me. was i in heaven? or was i in some sort of room where people on earth are able to see and speak with people in heaven during their dreams?

it was unlike anything i have ever experienced because when i used to see sophia when i was little, she would come to me in my room or backyard, and i would not have to be sleeping in order to see her. maybe that was because we were both children, though. maybe when a person is older, they must meet their loved ones instead of their loved ones simply coming to them.

during the whole experience, not once did i feel scared, confused, or alone; i was happy.

my grama posted this picture a couple days after my encounter which was surreal as this is exactly what he looked like when i saw him minus the clothing as i was unable to see what he was wearing, and i think his hair and glasses were slightly different. but the smile was the same.