Sunday night I dreamed that I was in a strange house with my cousin who died in 2003. We were chatting, and I was filing my nails. They were really long and I was trying to shorten them by filing them. Then I realized I was filing my cousin’s nails. I suddenly realized she shouldn’t be there because she’s dead. I told her we should cut the nails and then file them. I leaned down to get nail clippers and woke up.