So I had an interesting dream where Jessica Lange came into the grocery store I work at. She came through my line and we started talking about her career and award. Then my boss let me off early to go with her and it turns out that she wanted me to work with her in a new film. I even hugged her. It was pretty cool :)

This is the third morning I’ve woke up crying from a dream of my grandma, Nana, dying. In each dream, she doesn’t just die from a disease or old age, but it’s always murder. I can’t really remember the first one but in the second one, my cousin, who I grew up with, and one of my coworkers murdered her, and I was trying to discover who bombed Nana’s hoel room in the third one (last night’s dream). I would understand it better if she were dying of natural causes, considering that’s my biggest fear right now ever since I lost Papa, but it’s the fact that it’s brutal murder scenes that is making me cry. I wish I could control my dreams when I want to.