My mom had a vivid dream once, long ago.
She told me about it and it stuck with me, the memory of it.
It was just after my dad died.
My mom found herself in a garden that looked like a lawn on a cross between college campus and what looked like old Greek style buildings. (lots of old marble and overgrowth everywhere)
She realized she was with my dad, who was not completely aware of her presence. He kept looking down at himself with an incredulous look on his face and waundering about, looking around, a little confused.
Another presence was there with them, mostly in the from of in the form of a voice speaking to my mother.(but she also sort of seemed aware of the presence of a man, who the voice belonged to)
The voice/man took her to a building that full of children and books.
The voice/man said something like, "These are the children preparing to be born"
She asked what all the books were for. The voice said these are the books that contain all of God's thoughts and all the days of your life.
She opened a book and the page was blank. She asked the voice why it was blank. The voice said something like, 'Some days God has nothing to say, but keeps a blank page there in the book to remind God there was nothing to say that day"
It seems sorta silly now..but when she told me about it, it came across as profound to me.
I always felt in her grief over my dad's passing, her soul reached out and this was the universe's reply.
To allow her to get a glimpse (a metaphorical one, at least) of over there and my dad over there on 'the other side' by way of a 'vivid dream'.
I always felt those books were a representation of the Akashic records, that her guide was showing her.










