I'm a (nearly) rational person of science and I know dreams are caused by neurons firing quasi-randomly in the cerebral cortex during sleep. Nevertheless dreams are often haunting and beautiful, though I usually don't remember dreams very well. But I had a memorable dream the other night.
In my dream I was driving a car, probably a rental car like I might get on a trip. My regular car is 12 years old and kind of beat up, but this was a new car, so perhaps I was on vacation. I don't know, I didn't think about it, i just sort of accepted that this is where I was supposed to be.
My mother, who passed away a few months ago was sitting in the car also. But instead of being over 90 years old, she was young, maybe like a young beautiful teenager, with a very different appearance. But somehow I knew she was really my Mom, made younger as if by magic. I drove steadily uphill, a gradual upward slope, like in the Appalachian mountains or someplace. The scenery was beautiful with lush green vegetation and tall trees. After a while we arrived at a stopping point and got out of the car. At this point I carried my mother still higher. There was a giant marble staircase, and without question I carried her up the stairs. She was not heavy at all, not a burden at all, as if magically made lighter. She was dressed in shiny, shimmering clothes, perhaps from her native Korea.
Finally she spoke. "Elliot, I was very pleased to be your helper for many many years, but I can no longer do that. But I want you to know it was never me at all. For all things come from God."