In real life my Nan and Granddad (Pops) on my dad's side are both dead.

I dreamt that my Nan was still alive, and we were going to her house for Sunday roast. I spent a while organising it over the phone - I knew we were going to visit my Nan but I didn't know where we would eat. In the end it turned out that she was going to do Sunday lunch like we used to have when I was a child. I was happy with this arrangement as I couldn't be bothered to go somewhere else for lunch.

I don't remember arriving there, but a while later we were all sitting in her living room, talking. I don't remember who else was present. I started to think about the fact that my Pops wasn't there and realised how much I missed him. I was suddenly trying to hold back tears so I left the room.

I went upstairs to their spare room and when I got there there were Pops' things all over the bed. My cousin, Heather, was sitting on the bed and she was still young. She was looking at all of Pops' things and crying her eyes out.

I woke up feeling very sad and regretful that I didn't visit him more before he died.