I dreamed about mum on Saturday night. The first time since she died. I dreamed that it was a mistake at the hospital - she was in fact alive and she came home! We were all amazed that she was OK and everyone was so happy. We were welcoming her back just as if she'd been away for a while. I was worried though that she'd be annoyed with Dad's changes in the house and we were sitting back at the old table in the conservatory, and I wondered if Dad still had the new table he has bought. I looked through the curtain and it was there, and I was thinking "I wonder whether she knows it's there? I wonder if she will like it?" It's amazing how real dreams can seem to be.