Today my mom told me about a conversation that my gradma had with my uncle. He told her he was driving and he passed a car that looked like mine and he swore he say my dad, who passed away last february, driving and me in the passenger seat. About a month ago, I had a dream that my dad was driving my car and i was sitting in the passenger seat!
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