A horrible nightmare! What could my dream be telling me, does it mean something?

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My Grandpa's favorite holiday was Christmas! It was always a full house at my Grandparents house on Christmas Eve. They lived way out in the country about fifteen minutes away from town. They have three kids. Counting my Mom, her brother and sister, it all adds up when they take their families along with them. we pass out presents -- my favorite part. We all sit around as stacks of presents fill our view and start to topple over. When everything is finally passed out, everyone starts to open their presents. All you could hear, was the sound of shredding and crinkling of the wrapping paper torn from the presents.  My Grandpa was the only one that didn't open his. It was his tradition. He would wait till he woke up on Christmas Day to open his. Sometimes some of us would tease him, and try to get him to open the present we bought him. But he wouldn't budge. I remember a time or two where he gave in, but let me tell you it was not easy. From the look on his face, and the numerous times he shook his head no you could tell he didn't want to do it. Poor Grandpa broke his tradition, but it gave us all a laugh and a good time.  He started working at a young age, and I don't think he really had a memorable Christmas. He didn't get Christmas presents since his family could't afford it.  My Grandpa suddenly grew ill and was admitted to the hospital. But instead of getting better he got worse. He was very sick. He didn't make it to Christmas that year, and passed away on the 23d day of December,  just a day shy of Christmas Eve and two before Christmas. We all say Christmas has never been the same without him.  I had a dream in the year 2007. Inside the dream I was at my Grandparents house. I remember having spent the night. Grandma left me there alone while she was out at work, and I got scared that my grandpa's ghost would pop out to scare me.  I went outside and sat on the steps in the garage until I calmed down. Then I went back inside called Grandma, and asked her what time she would be back to pick me up to take me home. She said in about six hours. That was too long for me to stay all by myself and scared. So, I called my mom and asked her if she could pick me up. She said no, growing angry at me for no reason while making up excuses why she couldn't pick me up.  I went back outside and sat back down on the steps. All of a sudden, a dove came flying in to the garage. He asked me if he could deliver a message for me. I said, "Sure can you make a stop in heaven?" I added, "Give my Grandpa this Christmas card." There was a picture of Santa on the front hanging a star on the Christmas Tree. The Dove said, "Okay, I will do that."  Then a huge, scary, creepy, Crow came flying in -- angry, wild, and crazy chasing after the dove. Feathers flew everywhere as he tried to eat the Dove. I said, "Don't eat the Dove! He didn't do anything!" The Crow answered, "You be quiet or I will eat you alive!" The Dove got away safely and I asked the Crow, "Why would you want to eat me? There are dead animals on the side of the road; go eat a cow or something -- don't eat me!" They say every dream has a meaning to it! What do you think mine is telling me?