If you follow me on Twitter, you already know that almost every night I have exciting and colorful dreams. Well, last night was a doozy and you'll see why if you read to the end. I dreamed that I was having dinner at a huge charity event, and seated at my table was my immediate family, Gerald Butler, and my maternal grandmother. At some point when we were ordering dessert, everyone at the table was silently confused and a little freaked out. You see, my grandmother has been dead for over 12 years.
This wasn't the first time I've seen my grandmother in dreamland, so I started to think about how this could have happened. I came up with a great explanation and, if you're a Supernatural fan as I am, you should know that ghosts can be bound to an object (just as Bobby was bound to his flask this past season). I deducted that since my grandmother only shows up when there is a crowd, someone else at the charity event must have something of hers that helps her spirit travel and see us every once in a while. I realized it was her purse... a vintage purse that someone purchased second hand.
When I went to look over at Gramma again she was gone. People were leaving the event, so I ran into the crowd to see if I could find out where the purse went. No luck.
And then I woke up.
And then I realized what day it is today. July 3rd, my grandmother's birthday.
Happy birthday, Gramma! Love, your little ducky/chickadee.