I dreamt about my Grandma T. I had real hope in that dream. We talked. Just the two of us. She gave me a bug cuddle. I believed that I might have had someone. Hope. Then I woke up and remembered that my Grandma has been dead for some years now. Gutted. Absolutely gutted. Back to having nothing. To never having that. Thanks, reality. You suck. I went back to sleep, for the third time. I don't ever want to be awake again.