The Dream

So I had this dream.
I was in the temple.
I was in the C. Room waiting for Jared when a woman walked in and smiled at me.
She looked familiar but I couldn't quite place her.
She sat down next to me and touched my hand and said "You understand don't you".
When I heard that Australian accent I knew right away who it was.
Kylie.
I didn't quite recognize her because she was perfect and unblemished.
So like I said, she said "You understand don't you" and I said "Of course I do".
Then she said something like "Now I can look after everyone" or "Now I can be everywhere" or something like it.
Then she just looked around the room for a minute and we were silent. Then she said "It's beautiful isn't it". And I said "Yes" and nodded. Then she got this look in her eye, a grin, and whispered in my ear "People are just DYING to get in here ya know?" And I went to stick my elbow in her side and give her a "Kylie!" Or a good scolding and she was gone.
In the chair where she sat, was a piece of paper.
I picked it up, and this poem was on it:

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.

I am the song that will never end.
I am the love of family and friend.
I am the child who has come to rest
In the arms of the Father who knows him best.

When you see the sunset fair,
I am the scented evening air.
I am the joy of a task well done.
I am the glow of the setting sun.

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
(Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!)

Ever since that dream I cannot think of Kylie and be sad. I've cried enough for now.