I’ve had some pretty fucked up dreams about the Grandmother over the last couple of weeks, but there are two that are seared into my memory.
1. I’m in bed, and I hear something banging in my closet. I open the door and there is my grandmother with her eyes and mouth sewn shut. She’s in a complete panic, and I’m looking down at her completely annoyed trying to figure out what I need to tell the 911 operator when I call them.
2. I’m wheeling my grandmother around a hospital, but she’s flailing about creating such a scene. A doctor wants to take a look at her, but I tell him it’s unnecessary because she’s dead. I get her into an examination room, and she’s still causing a ruckus. She finally yells out that she soiled her diapers. I yell at her at the top of my lungs in Korean, “THERE’S NOTHING IN YOUR DIAPERS! YOU’RE FUCKING DEAD!!!!”
Somehow I don’t think I’m all right.