Originally Posted by Ramona Byrd

From a small child living on a hard scrabble farm, I've had the same dream, of living in a big Victorian house. Never saw the outside of it, but I know the inside of it very well. A few weeks after my Number two sister died, I dreamed that she had moved into MY house and took me to show off the new drapes for the dining room she'd made. After that I didn't grieve for her so much, I knew that after her long battle with leukemia she was finally at rest. Never dreamed about her again, but what is odd, the dining room drapes she told me she made stayed the same.