I dreamt I was with Bill and we were lying in bed together. I wanted him to touch me, but he did nothing. I think it's was one of those do-over dreams where you get a second chance at it because then I remember something about a friend of his (somebody we used to know) taking him aside and talking to him. I think this person (_o_d_) told Bill that I had/have a crush on him...gave him a little pep talk, because then I remember lying in bed with Bill again, and this time he reached over and touched my shoulder near my breast. I then reached over to touch him, but something called me like a work emergency that I had to take care of, so I didn't get to play out my fantasy with Bill. Bummer.

I was driving with Stan and there were two gay guys in the backseat. I have no idea who they were. They were around our age, maybe balding or shaved, facial hair, brownhaired/light skinned, kind of chunky but not really fat, maybe glasses...just kind of average looking. We must have been in the Boston area because Stan stopped at an old house that used to be my grandparents'. We were there to pick up my grandmother (my dad's mom--she died in 1972). IRL I remember seeing her probably about a total of 4 times, probably once to visit when I was 6 or 7, then again at a wedding around the same time, then once when they visited us when we still lived in Massachusetts, and then once when we went to visit them when we lived in New York. If she was alive today, she'd probably be about 115. (stop laughing, it's not funny and I'm not being funny, I'm being serious....she'd be about 115...if she was 80 when she died, and it's been 35 years....is my math right?). This woman who sort of looks like my grandmother gets in the car in back with the gay guys. They didn't mind, and neither did she. Here's the weird part...something was said in my dream about her being 68, which was probably the age she was when I was born...maybe 69, maybe 67. Who knows. Odd. This woman looked older than 68, though, much older. But not 115 either. She had packages, and they were presents for Stan and me. I could tell some of them were comforters in an ugly old lady style. I forgot what we did with the gay guys and my dead grandmother (now that sounds funny, you can laugh now) but I think we drove around and then came back to her house. I remember walking around the house and it was huge and gothic-looking (IRL it was an old house probably built in the Victorian era...I remember a spiral staircase with a big chunky handrail that led upstairs to their flat, and a weird odor. There were people on the first floor that were called The Tennants...as a kid I thought that was their last name, but IRL I assume they rented the lower floor from my grandparents, at least I *think* my grandparents owned the house...yeah, they had to have owned it) In the dream I'm walking around this house which is more like a big apartment building. The hallways are dark and there's lots of doors that I don't know where they go to. Later I remember being on the third floor (IRL, that was the attic, which I never saw...my parents never allowed me to see their parents' attics). I think the gay guys were with us...maybe that's where they lived. The bathroom toilet started spontaneously overflowing, not from someone using it, but from some weird sewer backwash. It was this black goo...not poo, but sticks and dirt. Outdoor organic matter. I was afraid it would overflow into the second story below, which is where I thought my grandmother lived. Later, I figured out she lived on the first floor (in dreamland only however) so the overflowing toilet wouldn't affect her. In a way, it was a good thing that my grandmother visited me in this dream even though we never really knew eachother, and despite the horrible things her daughter-in-law has said about her.

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