I dreamed that I met my dead grandmother last night. I was waiting for her with my brother in the basement of an old high school teacher's house- he had shelves full of castle models, like dozens of dollhouses, all different. We were admiring them when suddenly the ghost of my grandmother appeared, she was in her twenties and looked just like the photographs I've seen of her. My brother couldn't see her. I realized she and I were exactly the same. Her name is Janet, she died in 1990.
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