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After my mother passed away, I dreamt a week later I was in a massive room like you would see in a factory with tables with telephones all around me. The one at my table rang and I picked it up. It was very clearly my mothers voice and she reassured me she was doing just fine. She then mentioned something to me that worried her about my sister and I promised I would look into it. And then she hung up. It was so real. I wish I could have seen her face but it was nice to hear she was ok (even if it was my brain creating this). Her death was a very painful and hard thing to watch.
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