I remember one dream.

That one I barely remember anything plus it was really stupid. Me and my parents were living in some place that was huge or at least the bathroom was like a public place, stalls and toilets that were not covered but I think no baths and one shower with maybe at least two sinks or more or just one. Someone in the family died (i think the uncle who died in real life not too long ago) and what seemed most or all of our family came there to stay. I either did not go to the funeral or to something else that had to do with it and I remember either getting ready for it or and being ready but not going but also having my reasons. I think I remember going for a walk or wanting to go for a walk. Then something with my grandmom was going on.