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Last night I had a dream about Motor. I dreamt that she was back in my house running around really fast (like she used to once in a while for no reason), and at first I thought nothing of it. It took me several minutes to realize, "Wait, Motor died, this is her ghost not her." I went up to talk to the ghost Motor, remembering what my mother had always said about spirits visiting you in your dreams, and I noticed that she was much plumper and healthier looking than she was when she died. "You look great," I told her (I always have had a habit of talking to my cats, probably because I had Motor since I was born and saw her more like a person than a pet). I petted her fluffy face and noticed she got a little bit annoyed. I left the room for a second and when I came back she was gone. I asked my mom where Motor had went and she said, "Motor left because she didn't want to see you." At that point I woke up, wondering why my pleasent dream had gone wayward.
When recounting this dream to my mom this morning I started to cry, and I don't really know why. I miss Momo I guess.