It’s something I trained for years, my intuition and the ability to listen, and by that I don’t mean to spoken words. Whenever someone dear to me died, they’d appear in my dream and let me know they’re OK. My beloved dog Pumpking (the love of my life, as I used to call him) came twice. He was black in his life and in the first dream, but in the second dream he came to me all white and shining. I felt as if he’s been promoted, like Gandalf, and came to tell me that. He deserved it too, my dear angel he was. With my grandma, though, this was the first time I could feel someone’s presence and message while fully awake.