"Sob sob sob..."
The aunt, who was sound asleep, was startled awake by the sound of crying. She quickly turned her head to look and nearly strained her neck.
"Why are you crying, ma'am?"
"The hospital is quite scary, and you're wailing like a ghost in the middle of the night."
"Why are you still crying?"
The aunt leaned in for a closer look, then jumped in fright.
The old lady was still asleep, but crying in her dream.
"Is she having a nightmare?"
The aunt hurried to press the call button, but just as she was about to, she noticed the old lady waking up.
"Are you trying to scare me to death? What's wrong with you, did you have a nightmare?"
"It wasn't a nightmare. I dreamt about my grandchild."
The one the old lady cherished as "grandchild" wasn't her biological grandson but the grandson she had raised.
The aunt frowned, "Don't tell me it was a dream visitation. I don't believe in such things; it's just what you think about during the day coming to you in dreams."
