Louis Armstrong At Grandma's House

Dead people... Louis Armstrong & that grandma

Before this part of my dream, I was actually (and successfully) doing aerial acrobatics at a place that resembled a circus ring.

Then I went to the apartments that belonged to my grandma. They weren't the apartments that she really used to own. But they were the same apartments from another dream in which I'd visited with her sometime within the last year. (yes, I do not always record all of my dreams.)

There was another woman that I was talking with on the porch. I don't know who she was. We were out there, smoking. There was a little camera in one of the windows. There was another apartment with children. She said she'd stashed their toys in my grandmother's apartment. We went inside.

Viewing what I could see on the main floor, I said I didn't see any toys. My grandmother wasn't there either. The woman said the toys were downstairs.

We went downstairs and then I realized this place looked familiar from another dream. In that dream, I had been talking with my grandmother and asking if I could live there for awhile, using one of the 2 spare bedrooms that she had downstairs. She had told me no, because she was expecting various visitors that would be using those rooms.

Later, after finding the toys, we went further into the downstairs where there was a utility room and some other rooms. Several people entered through another door that came in from outside. One of those people was Louis Armstrong (with longish hair). He said he was a distant cousin of mine. He produced several baggies from a bag that he'd carried in. The baggies contained useless trinkets, but the way he was carrying on, I was really supposed to be appreciating these gifts. Some of the other people were massage therapists who had coupons for a free massage. I was considering this, wondering to myself if I had enough for a substantial gratuity.

Mr Armstrong could tell I was not overly enthused about his gifts and I could tell this was bothering him, however I didn't feel there was much I could do about that. He really wanted to do something to make me happy and I couldn't fake my feelings. I was aware that I couldn't ask him for an autograph because I knew he really wasn't alive, therefore nobody was going to believe it. He sadly brought out what may have been his only other bag of goodies, saying "The only other thing I have is this ratchet and these things. That bag had tools and a little thing of oil and what I saw as useful things. I traded the bags he'd given me for the bag of tools, happily smiling and saying, "These are good things. I'm a Virgo and I like useful things." Then he also looked happier.

Then I woke up. What a strange dream! (as if I don't ever have strange dreams, hahaha!)