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I don't remember my dreams. Ever. Not once in my 20.5 years have I remembered a dream more than "spiders everywhere". So imagine my surprise when two nights in a row, I remember two dreams vividly - literally just before I wake up. My first dream was yesterday, Thursday morning. However, the dream was cut short and I woke up shortly after. During breakfast, I told my mom and brother about this dream, and my mom perked up. She was indeed pregnant at 1996, when she was playing one 1-year-old me, and she felt a pain, got it checked out. She was pregnant with a 1-month-old fetus, but the pregnancy was shown to be immediately difficult, and there was a very high chance she or it would die during childbirth. She would either have to hope it miscarried, or get an abortion. It ended up miscarrying at 1 month, which is apparently a relatively common thing to happen to women, babies miscarry before anyone knows they're there. 3 months after the miscarriage, my mom had a dream of her own. In it, she was in a dimly lit log cabin. The wife of a family friend tapped her shoulder and asked if she was joyous. My mom asked why, and the wife replied that my mom was going to have a daughter. I have never once heard of my miscarried fetus younger sibling, EVER. There was just no reason for my parents to tell anyone, since they only knew about it for a few days. But what truly amazes me is that fact that I somehow knew about it. I knew I had a younger sibling 'born' in 1998. I knew they would've been 19. Somehow, I knew they were sisters, but I never knew anything about them because somehow I knew they didn't ever really live.   My second dream was today. And then I wake up like a pussy. The illusion is broken immediately. The clock is 7:50, ten minutes before my alarm clock should go off.  

Glory, glory Hallelujah!