Granny Mabel and my best friend Ned died in 2003. I frequently have dreams in which they come back from the dead. Last night I dreamed about both of them.
In the first dream, Ned came back and was standing over the couch where I was sleeping. He was poking me in the ribs and calling me names and stuff. I woke up and realized it was just a dream, then went back to sleep.
I saw him again and he was “different,” as though his body had returned but his soul had not, like an empty, staring shell of a person. I remember thinking to myself “He hasn’t been the same since he died.” Then for some reason I started toying around with my brother’s computer and a song I was listening to turned into complete gibberish at an extremely loud volume, and I woke up startled.
In the next dream (or sequence of dreams) I was at my grandmother’s old house on Smith Drive and for some reason most of my belongings were there. I was trying to get them out of the house. But for some reason I felt as though something about the house was “wrong,” and I knew that it was because Granny’s Spirit was still there. After awhile I started seeing her. She would appear sitting in a chair making a pained face as though she were saying “Ooo.” This was very odd and frightened me every time.
A bit later, I came into the living room and there she was sitting in the familiar blue recliner. She turned to me and said, “I can’t get into heaven.” I asked why. She outlined a lot of different requirements including ceremonies of remembrance and such that the family was supposed to perform. “Getting into heaven is actually quite difficult,” she said. She then dropped a Weird Bomb on me. “But, I could circumvent it all — only I don’t have twenty bucks.”
“Twenty bucks?” I yelped.
Indeed, she said, with twenty bucks she could get into heaven.
So later on the cops showed up for some reason (I always dream about cops, I’m such a nutjob) and one of them gave me $20 saying, “I believe you need this.” I went back inside and Granny was there, so I gave her the 20. She disappeared after thanking me.
Later she returned yet again, and it appeared as though her body had been covered with some kind of rust colored substance. “I still can’t get in,” she said, “There’s a lot of stuff in the Bible I don’t know.” Adding requirements that she apparently didn’t know about before. “I need those ceremonies performed if I’m going to make it.” She seemed to be in great pain. I was totally weirded out.
Then, for some reason, a man and woman I didn’t know appeared and started to harrass me, saying “We need you to help us too!” and going on and on until finally I just started screaming “Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!” When I woke up, I was whispering those very words.