I saw Mom again. It seems to happen most often on weekends when I wake up early and go back to sleep for a bit. I guess because I don't have an alarm clock to interrupt me.
In this dream Cheryl and I were trying to round up a puppy that had escaped. It ran into Mom's bedroom and I followed it, hoping it would be cornered and we could put it back in it's pen. (Mom hasn't had a dog since the 1980s and I don't have one, so I don't know where that came from.) Anyway, I went into her room and she was there, in bed. In her regular bed, not the hospital bed, and she was healthy. I climbed into bed next to her and she put her arm up behind her head so I could get close to her.
Me: How did you come back?
Mom: I don't know.
Me: I'm dreaming, aren't I?
Mom: Yes, honey.
Me: When I wake up you're going to be gone again.
Mom nodded and I started crying. I kissed her arm over and over again and kept repeating, "I love you Mom. I love you. Please don't go away." She hugged me closer and I said, "Mom I need to ask you something. Can you hear us? Can you see us? Please tell me."
Everything went quiet. I closed my eyes and waited for an answer. I remember thinking to myself that I needed to make sure the answer was hers and not something I was making up in the dream.
When I opened my eyes again, I was soaring over what I can only describe as a massive courtyard. It was concrete and stone, two levels, with columns holding up a partial cover, and a concrete barrier at the edge of the second level. There were words painted all over the surfaces. The first word I saw was "NO" but then I immediately saw "YES" painted near it. I flew across the courtyard and landed on the second level where I could read most of what was written.
No
Yes
You and I talked about this a long time ago
I know
You need your space
I love you
Suddenly it occurred to me that these words were all the words Mom had ever said to me; all the words of advice, all the words of wisdom, all the words of love, painted all over the courtyard in huge fancy blue and black lettering over the background of the sky with stars and suns and moons and clouds. I was overwhelmed by this realization and I began to sob out loud and call out "Mom!" repeatedly. Everything she ever did for me, all the love, the discipline, the jokes and the laughter, it was all there, and I could feel it in every fiber of my being.
I sobbed so hard in my dream that I started actually crying and woke myself up.
