What do you make of this?

Last night I dreamed I was visiting the cemetery with my maternal grandfather.

He is dead. And he was dead in the dream, but he was very corporeal.

We split up for a moment and I found myself walking toward the middle of the cemetery holding a yellow Wiffle ball bat in one hand and something white in the other.

One of the top editors at the paper was there, only he was now a priest. I greeted him and he asked why I had the goofy yellow bat. I told him I needed it to see my brother's grave and motioned to where my infant brother's grave is. That made sense to him.

I kept looking for Granddaddy because I was ready to go, but he was cleaning the grounds and moving rocks off the graves.

I wandered over to his grave and that of his wife, and there were these loudmouths there. They said they really loved Gram, but they had parked their big boat of a sedan almost on top of her grave.

That is all I remember.