
She was dressed in a long white gown that had diamonds and precious stones lining the bottom of her gown. Her head was full of hair. The hair was dark brown and wavy. Her big brown eyes were not filled with tears anymore. Her lips were pink and full. Her whole face was amazing and beautiful. She was a true angel that had come down from Heaven.
She walked straight to the right and as her children jumped up for joy, she hugged each and everyone of them and kissing them gently on the cheek. Next, she went straight to her mother and told her this. "Ma, when I was in the hospice room, I so wanted to wake up and talk to you." "Ma, I heard your prayers and you begging God to cure me from breast cancer." Then she hugged her mom, sister and brother. She loved them so.
She walked up to the microphone that had been set up for her in anticipation of her arrival from Heaven.
She looked around and spoke to each person in that room on an individual basis. Some of the people were not happy to hear what she had to say. She spoke the truth. She could see the truth now. Now, she knew the real people and the fake people. They sure got a piece of her mind.
Then I woke up. It's Saturday, March 22, 2014. Four years after her death.
Thanks to God for this dream.
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