From Here on out, Just Junk (Dream saved from a year ago or so.)

I'm visiting granny after papa died and she is sitting in the middle of a long couch wearing black Capris and a bright blue tee shirt smiling and telling a story about how she played golf and hit 10000 and she is happy and lively and says someone told her she could probably finish college—or maybe she said school---- and have a job and I'm thinking if I could come down and drive her and write to kill time and then I think she could live with us and immediately picture me as I live now, alone with her with me and realize it wouldn't work but maybe I could stay with her during the week like I did pawpaw and drive her to school and back and I thinking who would care for my kids, babies, while I'm gone and I her a knock rap rap rap and I wake, the takeaway was how bright and young and cheery and hopeful and ambitious she looked and sounded. With shiny curly black hair pinned behind her ears. Her open smiling bright happy face and talking a mile a minute No sign of Glenna. O thought of her in the dream but wen was gone already I know she looked about 50 but I was me and pawpaw had died in the past, arpil because I told her how much better she looked than she had after he died and she was alone and free, I could see the freedom glowing from her. The possibility in her voice. Such a happy dream what do it all mean? Maybe a view of her afterlife. Other life. If there is no after life is there still a universal unconscious Jung it is all in our heads anyway but do we have a cloud where our persona lives on. Has the internet copied read life accidentally and is the cloud a version of the universal consciousness? I had to go pee now I just jumped out of bed to write this before it left me a title Naked at the Computer (laptop)?