My Horrible Dream

I am 12 years old, and I have a terrible dream for my deceased grandmother. In her dream, she has a big house, the only color is white and gold. In my dream, I entered this room where you can see many different floors where you overlapped each other like a hotel.

There are a lot of doors going up further at each level, and then it looks like my eyes. Something telling me to open the door, I think it is the first door on the second floor

I was scared when this happened. I opened the door and I heard a scream, for some reason it looked like it was on the plane, I screamed, I screamed all the screams

So when I came in, the scream ceased and they looked very happy. They came over to me.

I closed the door of the room because I was so confused. I feel like someone is leading me through the whole process of my dream.

My grandmother lived to be 100 years old, but I only met her when she was at home, the old man could not take care of them anymore. I forgot what my family called. I do not think this is a spiritual dream, but I want to know what that means. If I can explain it to you, think about how many times I have already experienced

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