Dream About Grandma Lois Visit

I was visited by Grandma Lois, who passed away when I was in high school. She appeared younger than I ever knew her, maybe about 35 years old. Her hair was chocolate brown, her eyes were bright blue, and her hair, makeup, and red dress were tasteful and elegant. I was in a large dining room with her and some other family. She moved and spoke gracefully. Another family member appeared to be interviewing her, asking her about her past romances. Sunlight came through the window and the furniture was dark, lacquered wood. The interviewer mentioned a “Mike” and a “Dyson” as past suitors, and when Mike was mentioned and somebody gasped and said Mike had been obsessed with her. When he was mentioned, she morphed into a slightly different blonde woman, or this woman appeared next to her, someone who was maybe a friend of hers. She was sucking on a candy or working gum in her mouth, and she said “Mike…was it oil?” Meaning didn’t he work in oil? This question wasn’t answered. There was a sense that Mike had been so interested in her it was sort of dangerous or worrisome, and Grandma just sort of chuckled at this and waved it away. There was a sense that Mike and Dyson might’ve been interested in her around the same time. While sitting in a desk chair I briefly saw a few folded flat Christmas bags, light blue with ornaments printed on them, that were directly related to her passing, like she had died in those bags and I was thinking about what to do with them. Somehow this was connected to contemplating my own death. My father, who is Grandma Lois’s son, his words echoed in my mind. “When she went, she had been ready to go.” In the dining room I remember finding Grandma Lois really beautiful and fresh-looking, and her teeth and mouth looked like my own. In a later part of the dream I’m reporting the visit to a friend or stranger, and we’re walking down a staircase. I mention her upbringing, then how she became quite religious. “She had her own way of thinking,” I said. The person came to some false conclusions about her, like imagining her with dark gold-green or blue eyeshadow and linking her religiosity to a “classic Miami upbringing.” Grandma Lois wasn’t from Miami so I don’t know what this person was saying. She also mistook Grandma Lois to be Italian early in our conversation, and I didn’t correct her but said her “main identity was Southern.” Grandma Lois was not Italian in any case. This person disappeared behind some other bodies near the stairs after the Miami comment. Later I’m at a crowded event with my mom and one of my dad’s brothers, Grandma Lois’s other sons. He was either Uncle Frank or Paul, who are identical twins and I don’t know either of them well enough to tell them apart. He was wearing a gray or light blue polo shirt. He was on my left while Mom was across from me. I said I’d heard about Grandma Lois’s other suitors in my dreams, one was named “Mike” and I struggled to remember the other name. Someone else supplied it and I repeated it: “Dyson.” My mom laughed “not bad for a four foot tall hobbit”—my family calls me hobbit a lot and jokes about my short height, so she was saying this out of endearment. Uncle Frank or Paul was amazed to hear this but only somewhat, and didn’t really look at me the entire time. There was a sense after saying this of being embraced by other family members but only vaguely. Back in the dining room with Grandma, as she’s talking or reflecting, somebody shoots a window and glass shatters everywhere. I had anticipated it, we’d heard yelling, but it wasn’t that scary. Grandma wasn’t afraid at all, just went towards the window and scolded the folly of the shooter. “Now why’d you have to go and do that?” I remember sensing one or two men outside the sunny window, one might have had red hair. Later I’m talking to my sister Ruby in a bedroom, and she’s lying with her feet towards the pillows. She had on dark shorts and a white tank. The bottoms of her feet were dirty and set near my pillows but I didn’t mind. I briefly put a pillow on her butt, laughing “don’t fart on me,” and she responded but wasn’t laughing. I don’t remember much of what she did or said but she was kind of angry, impatient, or skeptical. She did at one point say about seeing Grandma Lois “she moved like an animatronic right?” and imitated her stilted, elegant movements very robotically. This hadn’t been my impression when I’d seen Grandma, she had moved quite naturally. When Ruby suggested this though I questioned my own memory and imagined her moving more robotically. There was also something about Grandma Lois having a blonde sister or cousin named Pearl, but Ruby refuted this in the dream. As far as I know Grandma Lois did have a sister but she was not blonde nor was she named Pearl. In another brief dream I was on a high balcony during a grey day, looking at a huge expanse of mountains. It looked like Colorado, where I live, but not any specific place that I know of. The golden dawn was overtaking the clouds and I began orienting a camera to take a ton of pictures, grey sky or gold sky included. My first pic was almost boring or too familiar, so I began scanning the whole vista, trying to find perfect shots. I climbed up everywhere on the balcony, just at that point realizing I was even on a balcony, swinging my legs over railings and stuff. It was technically dangerous but I felt safe. I just wanted to capture some of the beauty with my camera.