Well, when I was in high school, my favorite person in the world (my grandma) died...she was in the hospital in OH and I was in TX. I had this VERY vivid dream (I can't even recall if it really was a dream, kwim?) where she was standing at the foot of my bed talking to me, telling me stuff about life, to be courageous in all I do, etc.....I can't think about it too much or I will start crying and I'm at the office, LOL....but she was interrupted by the phone ringing IRL, it literally startled me out of my "dream" or whatever....my Dad answered the phone and a minute later, he gently opened my bedroom door. He knew how much I loved her, so he told me first. I was sitting up in my bed (it was 2:30am) and he said the hospital called and she had just died. I told him about my dream, and it actually made him happy in that moment when his mother had just died. He told me that she was stopping by to say goodbye to me, and that I was incredibly lucky to have that experience since we couldn't be there with her. So, that's my dream story!
