A relative of mine, an old black woman, was having her 99th birthday party. It made sense in the dream for the party to have a George Washington theme. When I arrived at the party, everyone had on long, curly, white, powdered wigs and the house was decorated in red, white, and blue. The woman was sitting on a couch and I sat down next to her. We were at Grandmother Kathleen's house and she started showing me places around door jambs where I had penciled little notes throughout my life. Most of them were dated, so I knew when I had written them. I cuddled up next to her and laid my head on her shoulder. A guy came by with a camera and said, "That makes the perfect picture!" He shot a couple, then started rearranging my hair and positioning me just so. I was sad because I knew the woman was going to die soon and I was going to miss her. I asked her what she thought was going to happen when she died. She told me something about Jesus, and I said that I wished she could come tell me where she was after she passed away. I cried and hugged her.
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