I dreamed of my grandfather. I was in one of his properties and I praised the workers

They were happy that someone would acknowledge them and be appreciative of their endless labor. I then told them my grandfather used to own this place and back then things were different. The workers had an equal opportunity to benefit from their hard work. And more importantly he believed in sharing the wealth. I told them my grandfather was hated for his economic beliefs and was often called names for his socialist leanings.. they were all listening.

And then I felt someone hugging me. When I turned, it was my grandfather.

He said he was there to take me with him. I was happy.