Grandma had died and we had to return back to deal with that. I can't believe her husband was still living - he had dropped a lot of weight but he was still a sick pervert and I was struggling to hold my tongue and contemplating all the ways in my head to avoid his hug without coming off unsympathetic. I gave in, not wanting to make a scene and allowed him to hug me.. I felt disgusted - I didn't want him touching me or touching my sisters. Not that anything ever happened when we were kids - but now that we are adults I worry he would make us a target like he did to my mom and my aunt. I've never disliked someone as much as I dislike him. I don't even care for my grandmother I don't know why I felt so obligated to attend this in my dream.
Mom had said she hadn't told Dad yet about the inheritance - but that grandma was broke. There was a worry or concern feeling about one of my cousins that had to be raised by these grandparents when my aunt passed away.
Something about working from home - but home was my old childhood home - which in dream was now mine as an adult. I remember being in the master bedroom and observing the clock which seemed to protrude from the wall further than any other clock I had seen. Pat was living there with me I think.. or he had at least stopped by.
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