I had a dream last night. We were in the bedroom of my mother's home. It was me, my mom, and my brother who died. She told me that she was getting confirmed at Easter. I was so happy, but I was still nervous to tell her that I was getting baptized at Easter. She told me that she wanted to be Catholic, but she didn't want to say anything bad about Joseph Smith, "just in case." My brother thought it was cool that I was going to be Catholic.