I'm watching you...

I've always learned...not to be afraid of the dark.

A long time ago, my family would drive over to my grandparents house who lived three hours away every month. It made me so happy so see them, especially my great-grand mother. I didn't know her too well, she only had one real conversation with me, when I didn't know any better. I remember she talked about death so knowingly, not afraid of it at all. If she were still alive today, I would ask her why everybody always told me I looked and acted just like her.
We always called my grandparents house "the castle house". It looked just like a castle tower and I felt like a princess there. I had a beautiful light blue velvet sleeping gown I claimed was named 'Luna'. Luna was my imaginary friend and I always pictured her in that dress when I quote on quote "saw her".
However, back on track. This night was just like any other, we traveled far from home, had already spent one night. This night was the night before we left, one final day to spend time with our grandparents before going back home. I should tell you, ever since I can remember I've had insomnia. Sleep was almost always never easy for me, and when my parents told me to just close my eyes and relax I'd get frustrated. I WAS closing my eyes and relaxing, but I still couldn't sleep! This was one of those nights.
When we visited we always slept in the same room with our parents always in sight. Our "room" was actually a conveniently large enough closet. Still though, I loved it. There was a metal, brightly colored bunk bed that filled most of the room. Multicolored cowboy Christmas lights lining the door, and a large, white, metal desk we never used but always needed. There were all sorts of books on the shelves that were old but fascinating. Grandpa would read us those stories sometimes.
This night the Christmas lights were off and everywhere was dark. Not that it bothered me, I could see just fine. I was always able to adjust to the dark better, just the perks of having really light eyes. The sheets were warm and soft, and my pillow felt comfortable under my head. Slowly, sleepiness finally was starting to wash over me. As my breathing slowed and my eyes began to sink, I fell into a deep sleep.
Everywhere is dark, but this time I can't see a thing. I move around just a bit and immediately I know that I'm in a much bigger bed. My hair feels curled and my sleeping gown is made of silk instead of velvets I sit up out of bed, my sheets felt softer than usual. My heart...it longs for someone I don't even know. The picture of a smiling man with brown messy hair and bright blue eyes fill my thoughts and for some reason my heart swells and then sinks into my stomach. I feel like someone is beside me, just a few inches away from the bed. The sound of doors opening fills the room and I am blinded by a bright white light. Before my eyes could adjust, all I can see is a medium sized white square with two silhouettes of women in some sort of working dresses calling out to me. "Princess! It's time to wake up now!"
My body immediately sits up and I'm back in my normal bed. It's morning now, and I know that nobody else is up besides me, Gram, Grandpa, and maybe...I stood up from the bed and leaned on the railing. I pulled myself up just enough to see my brothers sleeping face. I'm the first one up again, haha! Being the first one up means you get to make pancakes with grandpa, who is patiently waiting down stairs to start making breakfast.
I quickly ran out of the room, grabbed my robe and put it on, and started booking it down stairs before Josh could wake up. A Great Dane and a large German shepherded following close behind me after waiting for me on the stairs. More large dogs come up to greet me for the mornin, but my favorite is the only one I'm paying attention to. The little one. His name is Rusty, and my grandmother gave him away a few years after this day, when we stopped coming regularly.
I wouldn't take this dream so seriously if something weird didn't happen after it. Not only have I continued to think about that dream and what it meant, but ever since I have never EVER remembered a single dream unless it was prothetic.
I have never dreamed that dream again, but I wonder what it could've meant...

If you want to hear another spooky grandparents story, I have one more. This time, I'll be talking about night terrors and how I became face to face with a ghost.