God bless your mother, @myjob, and I share your wish to have her with you still.
She must have been accurate in interpreting your dreams.
I used to remember mine in vivid detail, and I'm glad now that I rarely remember my dreams at all. The most recent one that I could recall reminded me why I'm so grateful to keep forgetting them.
It was a political commercial. A drone was filming a farm with two houses below me, and an empty hay wagon had been painted with the name HEFF, and in the background, a really terrible hillbilly song was playing. I can hear it still, despite three days of Gregorian chants. Next up, the Ultimate Cure for earworm: The UNDERDOG theme song!
My dad keeps showing up in dreams of the grandchildren. He's been in mine too, I think, (I almost recall), and oh, do I ever dread the day my mom is gone (she's 86) and the only place I see her again is in my dreams.
*Sniffing at the thought of it
She's buried three daughters already. Wouldn't be fair of me to precede her the way they did....