In one of my dreams last night I met a younger version of my mom in the past while I was wearing a dress. She was a restaurant hostess standing at one of their podiums/desks in front of a bunch of kids trying to get their tables settled. When she saw me she said I was beautiful and was only going to get more beautiful. I started crying and told her that her in the future didn't seem to feel that way, but she didn't seem to understand.
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