Early morning dream.
I was in my bed, drying my son, who had just taken a shower or bath. He was about six years old in this dream.
Now I was in my bed, and I look at the right (opposite) side of the bed. Standing by the bed, looking like a child, with wet hair, was my mother. When I saw her I wasn't lucid, and then her presence as a child brought it to me, and I thought "she can't be here, she is dead." Then I looked at her, who was smiling, and I told her I loved her. When I said it she started to become blurry, and I said it again, and sent her love from my heart, and she completely dissipated before me.
I shortly woke up, and found out I had a horrible headache. Horrible. I got up and my hubby, who was in the bathroom when I got up, got me a couple of aspirins, and I had to sit around for a while before going back to bed.
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