During my summer break in college, I had a dream. I dreamt that my deceased relatives and friends (my grandmother and her friends) asked me to go to a room, the kind in a courtyard house. As soon as I entered, the wooden door closed, and they left first. Curious, I went to look into other rooms, but they were all filled with white candles. I realized something was wrong and tried to run away, but I couldn’t. I woke up and opened my eyes, only to be pulled back into the dream. I struggled many times, and finally, my grandfather (who has passed away) suddenly appeared and said, “What are you doing?!” He took me away, and then I woke up. My grandfather loved me the most.