Dreaming of My Mom Again

After the last dream I had about my mom, I feared that I would never dream of her again. It was the fifth dream I had about my mom since she died, but in this dream, for the first time, my mom was dead. As I wrote before, I believe my mom sent me that dream to tell me that she was okay and it was time for me to move forward. I can repeat every single detail of that dream because it was so vivid, but what sticks with me most was the peace and beauty of the place I was in. I believe that’s the most important thing my mom wanted me to remember about that dream.

Last night I fell asleep and believe I started dreaming almost immediately, because when I woke up, less than 30 minutes had passed since I had turned off the TV. Suddenly I remembered my very short dream about my mom. I was surprised but happy, and then went over as much detail as I could about this very short dream so I’d remember it in the morning. When I woke up this morning and got involved in our crazy routine of getting the kids off to school and then starting work, I had actually forgotten about the dream until a few minutes ago.

In this dream, I was lying in my bed and the room was dark. I know it was my bed because I could see the closet doors in the bedroom. I was alone in bed. For some reason I turned over, and when I did, I was no longer in my bed. I was now in my parents’ bed, still alone, and then my mom sat down next to me. She was dressed in white, like a white nightgown, and was holding a long, thin lamp with a candle-shaped bulb on the top. There was no shade covering the lightbulb. My mom gave me the lamp, and its light filled the area where we were sitting on the bed. I don’t remember if my mom said anything to me. Then I woke up.

I have no idea what the dream meant. I was just glad to see my mom in my dreams again, even if it was just for a moment.