My dream was that Cousin Jeanne and I were in a utility room in a big house where the whole family was gathered for a reunion. Casey walked in the room, wearing a pink, coral dress, hair pulled back in a pony tail. She smiled at us, then dematerialized liked a vision. Jeanne and I looked at each other to see if the other had seen her. We cried, you [Dianne, Casey’s mom] walked in the room, then we started to tell you and I woke up. It was pleasant, like she made an appearance, almost in a playful way. Nice. Jeanne and I and her dad had a dream the same night years ago about Mackey [Jeanne’s deceased mom]…
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