Stores and more galore

Fitful night yesterday. I was in an Asian supermarket and there was this grandfather of a family we had known in Connecticut there. He asked me questions about my life, how things were going...I called him the wrong name. I kept calling him the name of my mother's friend, the ship captain. The scenery switched a lot and I went to Danny's house and then into his bedroom. It looked like his waking world bedroom, but also different. There was a black, metallic chair, which I remembered from a picture on a blog I'd been reading before I went to bed. I lay down on it and then I woke up. Strange thing is, that grandfather is dead in waking life. Died a year ago and he never really spoke much to me at all. Nice man. His wife was nice too. I am going to dismiss these dreams as nothing more than feverish concoctions because I'm coming down with a little something something.