dream theater

I dreamed that the Gentleman Caller and I were getting married, and as the wedding day approached, we were still getting responses from people we'd invited (long after the time when, in real life, we'd have had to have a firm head count if the thing was going to be catered). One such response came from my grandfather (my father's father), who sent regrets and included a note in which he wrote that he'd thought long and hard but decided he really couldn't make the trip, as he'd explained on the phone the night before with cousin R (my mother's cousin's wife); but he'd send an even bigger check as a present because he was so sorry he couldn't attend. I remember thinking I didn't care about money, I wanted him there; and then I remember wondering why on earth he'd been talking about this with a cousin waaay on the other side of the family; and then I remember remembering (still in the dream, mind you) that my grandfather died in 1995.

Moving day approaches, and my subconscious is evidently anxious about that. Also evidently finding other ways to think about my dad. Hmm.