I wrote up my dreams and used them as exemption material to avoid mandatory vax. The last dream of my son was him sitting on a couch in a room with windows. It said to him you shouldn't be here bc you're dead, but since you are, I'm going to hug you. I could smell him, it was so real. I said what do you see out your window so I can find you again. He told me and what he saw was different than what I saw looking over his shoulder out my window. I knew then that he was looking from heaven and me from Earth and I wouldn't see him again. I miss him still.