Brought in by a sandstorm I appeared in the middle of the desert looking out to see what might be there, and to my suprise a table sat in the near distance made of oak and with a red checkered table cloth sheathed over its entirity. There it sat precariously with cards stacked on its top and two chairs pulled out as to call me over to play a game. I sat in the chair looking down at the table and the chairs and even the cards on the table as if were all too familiar for me, a wrinkly hand came over the cards and looking up in amazement there across from me in that other oh so familiar chair sat my Nana. I talked to her asking how it was possibble she was here and she just looked at me smiling dealing out the cards face down to play "match", a game we always used to play. I never got to play that game of cards with her, I was too facinated at why and how she was possibly there and why we were in the desert of all places. I never even got to really talk to her either, she told me to tell everyone that she loved them and told me to tell my Papa not to worry anymore and that she was fine now, and with a smile and the swift breeze of the sand my Nana was gone just as quick as she appeared and I awoke from my dream. You see, about a week before I had the dream my Nana had died in her house from Leukemia in her sleep, she was creamated and her ashes were spread where we spread all of the family ashes, in the Borrego desert. So for me my vivid dream was my Nana contacting me for one last time and telling me to tell everyone she loved them and telling me to tell my Papa, her son, that he didn't need to worry anymore. The whole thing was so surreal to me it's almost as if it had actually happened. dream or not, I'm glad I got to see my Nana for one last time.
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