I dreamt of my grandmother who passed away in May 2008. We walked along a traditional Korean palace that dates all the way back from Chosun-dynasty. In my dream, I somehow was aware of the fact that she passed away and that she is now right next to me, walking just like we did when she was alive. She was wearing a traditional korean dress called Hanbok, the one that she always wore during national holidays.
I asked her why she is here. I asked her if she is supposed to be here. I knew it sounded really mean, but I was really curious. She smiled at me and went on saying that she has to leave right now. I was trying my best to hold back my tears, but her remark made my tears burst out. I cried, but she kept staring at me. Before she left, she bought me a korean snack. I couldn't eat it. I held it, clenched it within my hands tight, and kept crying.
