I was blissfully sleeping early this morning, having a dream about.....something....I'm not sure what. I dreamed that my mom was downstairs loading the dishwasher and called my name three times. I heard her call me. It woke me up. I lay there for awhile trying to figure out if she was dead and had visited me or what as it was very real. Finally I turned over and looked at my clock--it was 6:27am. I called my dad and asked him to make sure she was still breathing. He said that he had just left her on his way out the door to run to Salt Lake---she was alive and breathing.
It was too real for me.