When I was about 7 me, my mom, and my sister were living in Portland Oregon. We had moved there from Utah right after my mom's divorce with my real dad. We lived (Like I mentioned before in my other story) in a really old area in a tiny old house.
I remember going through some weird stuff when I was that age. Really angry, and confused. My mom told me that I would have night terrors. I would wake up in the middle of the night bawling and having panic attacks. She would sit, come in, hold me while I sobbed and keep asking me over and over what was wrong. All I would do is cry and never answer her or tell her what was wrong, just cry and cry until I eventually fell asleep again. She said the next day she would ask me about it, and I would seem perfectly fine with no memory of it at all.
I remember I had a really good relationship with my real dad's Grandma so... She would be my great Grandma. She was still alive when my parents divorced and we moved to Portland. Right before my mom remarried I remember hearing that my Great Grandma had passed away. I was a little bit numb to it since I was so young, and overwhelmed with my mom getting married again, but I was so sad.
The day my mom got married was ok. Lot's of people, lot's of food... Good times lol when they left that night for their honeymoon I was heart broken. I felt like she was leaving me and I was so sad. I cried myself to sleep that night. I woke up later suddenly and looked up to see someone sitting on my bed next to me. It was my Grandma. She looked beautiful and peaceful. She looked down at me and smiled. I remember feeling really peaceful and fell right back to sleep. It is possible that I was dreaming but...
My whole life I have seen things good and bad. It felt so real. Just because people can see things our of the ordinary, does not mean they really have to be bad and scary. What do you think? Dreaming or did I see my Grandma that night?