I was running around the street of barrington in this dream, playing on the sidewalk. It felt just as if I was awake. I ran in and out of the old house, looking at Grandpa's paintings. Then I wanted to get out of the house, which suddenly felt so oppressive that I couldn't breathe.
I could hear my parents shouting from upstairs. I ran out of the house, down stairs that didn't exist for that house, and out into the sidewalk.
When I went to the sidewalk, my father's father--Yie Yie--was standing there in front of our neighbour's house. I looked at him and froze. His body was convulsing, his mouth was foaming. His eyes were shaking, changing colour in the sockets--not like the irises were changing colour, but the whole eyeball. He spoke words I didn't understand and was falling apart, and I was terrified. I wanted to go help him but I had no idea how to even walk to him because my feet stopped working. His eyes went from cyan to magenta to yellow to orange to blue to red to white to nothing.
I woke up in cold sweat. Downstairs grandfather was sitting and reading the Chinese newspaper, and when I hugged him tightly he was very confused.
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