Last night I dreamt that I was at my parents’ house. My grandma is still alive, my mom’s there in her room watching over her. The TV’s on. Then my dad is doing something, rearranging stuff, he’s making room for a new TV he got. There’s a lot of stuff in the hallway, not sure why he’s moving around so much stuff. I go to help him and then the door bell rings, as I go to answer it I notice the sky is overcast, looks like rain. Then I wake up, wake up to… rain. And I’m going to San Diego this weekend, guess my mind was already there.