That date... Thats when it's two years since my grandpa died. He was the only member of my family I ever loved. A couple of months ago I had a dream, we were out, and meant to be going on this walk, but I got caught up in looking at something, and he was gone by the time I finished. But I never questioned him being there. Then a few nights back i had a dream, me and one of my mates were standing in the kitchen, and my grandpa walks in, and I start screaming at him that he's dead, and shouldnt be here... start crying, wake up in a right royal state... I wish I knew what these were about, I wish I did. He hasnt been in my dreams since that last time, he was before... popping in to them ocassionally, disrupting the dream... I hate dreams.