My dream

I slept briefly last night and had a very interesting dream. I don't really remember a whole lot about it except for one thing: I was walking down a road with my grandmother (who passed away in May of 2001). We were having a conversation (don't remember about what) and just walking. The thing I remember most from this dream is the feel of her hand in mine. It was somewhat cool to the touch and kind of squishy. It felt exactly like I remember it feeling. I'm not sure why, but that feeling has stuck with me all day and every time I think of it, I get a little teary. It was a very peaceful dream.