A sad and unfortunate event had occured last June, I lost someone who was like a mother to me, my Grandmother. A few days later after her death I had a dream she came down from heaven and I shared a few moments with her. For some reason I remember that dream perfectly, which I'm grateful for. With that said, for my surrealistic theme, I'm going to base it on the dream I had with my grandmother. I'm going to be in my room on my bed, and a section of the ceiling will be clouds with gates opening up with rays coming down. She'll be in the figure of an angel coming down smiling.
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