My Earliest Dream

I was nine years old. After my grandfather died I had a dream that I was in his home.
There was a wide staircase leading to the second floor. I started up but fell back down.
I heard voices saying "Hurry up he's going to be here!"

I came to the top of the stairs, turned to my right and went into my grandmother's room. On one of her walls was what looked like a movie screen. As I looked I could see my grandfather sitting with a base fiddle (as described from a child's view). He said he was happy and was doing what he had always wanted to do. He was in a beautiful garden with lots of people walking around. Young children, older looking people, but, they looked young at the same time.

The dream ended. The next day or so I asked my mother and grandmother if Grandpa had a favorite instrument he liked and they told me a base fiddle. Then I told them my dream. They never said much about it to me, but, they just listened.