A predicting dream

this is my mother as a young and beautiful woman, with that serene and nostalgic expression on her face

The dream that I am going to write down here, was not only very clear and lucid, it also had a predicting character. It happened in April 1999. My mother just had a severe heart operation and she was recovering in the hospital. One week after the operation I had the following dream: I dreamt that I was visiting my mothers house. When I entered the door, I saw a complete mess. The whole living room was covered up with boxes. I was grumbling to my brother (who lived in my moms house at that time) that he had to clean up before she would be back. To my big surprise my mother was sitting in the middle of the mess and she looked so young and beautiful and she seemed so sparkling and shiny. I asked her why she was not in the hospital. And she smiled and said: “I wanted to go home, so I asked for it.”
After I woke up, I was confused about the dream and I had a strange presentiment. But when I looked her up later that day in the hospital, she seemed to do better than before. So the feeling faded away, I thought my mom was getting much better. She only complained about pain in the chest, but that is not unusual after such an operation. I told her my dream and we were laughing about it. I went home and did other things like having dinner and going to the soccer pitch to see my son playing a game. Later that evening my brother called that the doctors had asked us to come over to the hospital as there were some complications with my mom. The moment we went there I didn’suspect that there were serious problems. But when we arrived she was already deceased! Her heart had suddenly stopped beating and she was passed away peacefully. I was devastated and so were my brothers and sisters. It took some time before I realized that my dream was full of symbolism. The home of which my mother had spoken was her heavenly home. And the boxes in the living room became true after the funeral when we had to distribute the things that used to belong to her. Although I miss my mom a lot, I find peace in the idea of her in this “other world.” I know she is in paradise and I still feel very close to her. I am sure that I am gonna see her again one day. I have honoured her by making a poem. I wrote it down with a little help from my sister. In Dutch the words will rhyme, but it is too difficult for me to do the same in English.

Dearest mom with your beautiful white hair
Your lovely face, so silky and huggable
The empteness that you leave is immeasurable
It can’t be caught in words
Therefore we will comfort ourselves
with the thought that you will always live in our hearts

Dearest mom, so many memories
now reach our minds
Your live was never easy or without sorrow
But the real pain and grief
were never shown to us
Although you must have suffered
You always kept your dignity
Your children were your live

Dearest mom with your serene smile
Your sometimes silly habits
Your vanity and strength
Your heart was big as the universe
There was place for everyone
We cherish all those memories
And we think with so much pride and tenderness
Of al those true “mommy” things