In the dream, I see my great-great grandmother. She alters from young and old. She is standing in the beach house kitchen of my grandmother, and something is simmering on the stove.

She begins talking to me, seemingly very sad. She keeps asking why she wasn't invited to the wedding. She tells me she has a pretty dress to wear. I touch her shoulder and look right into her eyes.

I am surprised to see her, wondered how she even knows about her great-great-great grandson, and assure her that she is invited and welcome to the wedding.

She seems to slowly get happy, knowing that she can wear her pretty dress and attend a wedding.