4/5/13
I asked to see her in my dream last night. Finally, late night I got to see her. I knew it was her, but it didn't look like her, she was the same age as my mom, but she had darker skin and wore lots of makeup. I told her she was so beautiful, but she said not one word. I thought about the dream in the morning and my understanding is it was her, but she came in a different human appearance because she was telling me she is not that body anymore, she is of a form I can't understand fully as a human. Her looks in the dream were a metaphor for what has happened.
