Grandma and the Nuns

I walk into a room and recognize three of the elderly Nuns from my catholic college and my grandmother sitting or laying on top of cushions. I greet each of the nuns first but can only remember one of the nuns' names. I spend a little bit of time with each one. When I am done, I look at my grandmother and realize that she is really the one I want to talk to. I walk over to my grandmother and look up to realize that the nuns have dissappeared. She is lying down under a blanket with her feet sticking out. Suddenly I am back at the nursing home/care facility where she died. She reaches for a joint (pot) which is in an ashtray in front of her. I put my hand on the joint and ask her not to take it. She just looks at me but she withdraws her hand. She says, "I want to get out of this hospital, Michael. I really really want to get out." And she kicks off the blanket that she was lying under.