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 I had such a strange dream last night. I was in the room where in real life I grew up during the 80's, wondering what I would have actually been doing in 1991, like I knew I was visiting from the future. I thought probably watching that small black and white TV I'm seeing that was sort of lopsided, hanging off of a dresser. As I was trying to remember what would be on the VHF/UHF airwaves in 1991, the phone rings and it's my Aunt Anne, who in real life lives in California. She said she loved the granola recipes I apparently shared somewhere (in 1991 maybe it was on a BBS?), but she urgently wanted to put my mother on the phone because she had something to tell me. (In real life she died on Easter of 2024 after a long battle with thyroid cancer.) I said "of course!", and my mom greets me. I asked how she was doing, and she said, "Well, at least the solar system hasn't blown up yet." I'm thinking "YET?!", and I'm suddenly pulled awake by my fitness tracker's vibrating alarm at 7:30am. It was nice to speak to her again, but that was a weird conversation; maybe she's trolling me from the great beyond.