I was in my childhood home, or it seemed to be. I was in my parents bedroom with my sister and we were talking, having fun and watching tv on the bed. Next thing I know I’m in my childhood bedroom, but it’s not decorated the same, it’s bigger with light walls and comforting and clean. There’s a bed and a Christmas tree in front of it. My ex husband is sitting beside me and we are talking about what happened between us and the person he’s engaged to now. (He cheated while we were married and started a relationship with this person and got engaged a month after our divorce) but it was a civil conversation. No ill will or arguments. My mom and dad came in attempting to get something out of the closet. I haven’t seen my father in years in my waking life. My mother was standing at the door trying to say something about my ex husband being there and I told her it was fine. Behind her was the dark hallway of my childhood home and my grandmother, who passed away years ago, was walking behind her. My grandmother was just looking at me as she walked by with her walker in this dark hallway. No expression on her face. I had a weird, calm but eerie feeling. I told my mother to let me handle it and the door slammed behind her, as if I was closing it but I was still on the bed. The Christmas tree then had ornaments, a red rose ornament particularly and my ex husband became sad that I replaced the ornaments we had together. I told him I was happy. I could see the one new ornament I bought after our divorce and felt happy with where I was and he looked at me confused. I then woke up at 3:24 AM with a massive migraine. I just don’t know what it means.