Actually I'm supposed to visit my grandma at the temple on Saturday morning but I'm tired so I went back to bed. And there goes my dream ... ... ...
Dreaming Time
It was the last day of the funeral, all of my family members were at the wake. But I don't know why my grandma was not lying in the coffin instead she was lying on an automated bed just like those used in the hospital. She was lied slightly off to the end of the bed so my friend assist to carry her back to the right position. Suddenly, the bed was lifted to the sitting position so we thought we had pressed on the button accidentally. Without further hesitation, we faster pressed the button to put the bed at the resting position. And my friend left me at her bed side.
My face was not facing my grandma for a moment but when I turned back to look at her, her hand was at the side of her face. Then she opened her eyes so though she was not dead. Immediately, I called out to all my family members. Everyone greeted her and she acknowledged. I held her hand tightly and could described exactly that her hand was warm. And my dream ended.
When I was awake, I felt that though the dream was scary but the warmth of her hand was so real. It's like the way she held my hand before her death when I visited her. I won't forget the feeling.
Ah Ma, you will be remembered forever in my heart. I love you!
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