Grandpa Johnson.. whom had passed away last year.. was alive and well and came to the childhood town I grew up in to meet his great grandson... he even rode his motorcycle.. the one he had gotten in the accident that shattered his knee. Dad met him there while the rest of us were out doing something else... it was as though I was the dead one watching from a distance while he got to spend some time alive.
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Was in some elevator at work... but it for some reason it was in a mall (I hate malls!) - I got in even though it was going a floor down and I needed to go up... after I got in and the doors closes it started making weird sounds and a square in the ceiling became loose and fell into the elevator.. then we saw someone up there pushing a replacement block through the hole. We screamed.. but it only ended up being styrofoam painted to look like a huge cinderblock... somehow I knew Marie was going to enter the elevator on the next stop so we decided to get under this fake block and act like we were dead to scare her... The elevator stopped and the doors opened... she didn't fall for it... but we all laughed nonetheless.
Now the elevator unit was being driven around the mall to the other side to continue it's journey of up or down.
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