My grandmother, with whom I was very close, came to me many times after she died. Usually in the dreams I'd say something like, "Hey, what are you doing her? You're dead!" and she'd laugh. She always appeared much younger in my dreams, with her hair still red as it was when I was very young.
I don't remember her imparting any particular wisdom to me, though she might have and I just don't consciously remember it. I think she was mostly just letting me know that she was still with me and that she was well and happy.
As for how it's possible, I have no idea the mechanics of it, but it's something that people have had happen to them for millenia. There's a certain quality to a dream like that, it's more than "just a dream" and it lingers with you, usually as vivid as it was when you first had it.
It was nice of John to come and have a drink with you and say goodbye.
May the light surround you, may you be blessed. May the light surround us, may we be blessed. May love and light surround us all, and may we all be healed and blessed. And so it is, and so it shall be, now and ever after.
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