Night before last I had a dream. Mom was still alive. She didn't really die and in my dream she was just contemplating dying on Jan 23. We were on some kind of a dirt road in the country and she was jubilant and happy about something... in her typical fashion. I was so happy to see her happy that I asked her if she wanted to dance. Instead of dancing I ended up hugging her close for several minutes. She said, "I thought you wanted to dance" and I said, "No, I just wanted to steal a hug."