dreams of dead people

Last night, I dreamt of my grandpa. I was going to his house for some family event, I think just a get-together, and when I drove up, I saw cars parked all around, in their driveway and on the street, and in the parking lot for the church next door. It kind of annoyed me, and I couldn't tell if anyone was home. I went in anyway to see if they were, and inside the porch I found my dad, one of my uncles and my grandpa. Now, I should've said that I was going to my grandma's house because my grandpa has been dead for nine or so years. So you can see that I was probably surprised when I saw my grandpa standing there, and I was. There was something different, though; he was much taller than he had been. My grandpa was shorter than my dad in real life, but here he was maybe ten inches taller than I am. I ran up and hugged him, and then we all proceeded to try to find out how to get the gas stove which had appeared on the porch, to work. We were cooking something or other for our meal, I think beans, but I'm not sure.

Anyway, it was good, and I got to see my grandpa again.