September 10, 2002
Last night I drempt of my grandfather strangling me. He's been dead for years. He never hit me when he was alive, though I always thought he might. The precipitant in the dream was me yelling at him, something I had done a million times in real life in response to drunken outbursts. He lunged at me in the dream and started choking me. It was strange. Oddly enough I don't feel creeped out by it. I dream about him often enough, but none of them have ever been this... hmm... they've always been fairly normal, innocuous, bland, just stuff.