You have similar dreams to me with my deceased dead relatives though all of mine have been vivid and fantastic. I have wonderful, vivid dreams (as vivid as my pregnancy dreams; when I was pregnant, I had vivid dreams like nothing else, some good, some bad, this is common in pregnant women). I dream of my deceased grandmother (the one most like me, who shared my joy of reading and fostered it as much as possible, even resembled me in looks when I compared pictures of her in her late 30s and early 40s to me now), both of my deceased grandfathers (one was like a father to me; the other I didn't know too well because he got Alzheimers when I was around 6th grade and died when I was in 10th grade), dreams even of 2 of the 3 great-grandparents I had known (all 3 died of natural causes when I was in 3rd grade, a bit disturbing for an 8-9 year old). The one set was married and lived next door to my maternal grandparents (I spent so much time with my maternal grandparents, there were like parents too me), but I ran back and forth the 2 houses all the time. My maternal great grandmother was a fantastic cook of authenic Czech food with U.S. adaptations (this she passed on to my grandmother, her only child), and she'd often slip me and my middle sister (16 months younger than me) treats. We played games with my maternal grandfather under the pecan and fig trees all the time (he loved trees and his chickens). I was always fascinated because he had lost 2 fingers in a sawmill accident when younger and he would talk to us about it in a way I could understand. This was actually very detrimental to him as he lost the better-paying sawmill job after that and had to take up sharecropping farming. But I dream of all these grandparents & great-parents (never together, always alone though my maternal great-grandparents spent most of their time together). When my maternal great-grandmother passed away from a heart attack, it was like her husband lost the will to live, and he had an aneurysm that killed him less than a month later. I even have dreams of my recently deceased biology teacher (my favorite high school teacher, who kept up with her students on Facebook). That was a sad situation. She retired at 60, started substitute teaching the next school year, often posted she was having the time of her life, and passed away before the school year was 9 weeks old.