Hi Tony,
Hope all good at your end.
Seeking your expertise after a long time. Just to put some facts here, so that the interpretation might be easier. I left my job in advertising 7 months ago, because of stress, health issues and boredom. My mom's death two months ago was another big thing that happened during this period. My relationship with my mother was rough, but her death has still been difficult to accept on many levels. I am having disturbing dreams post her death, and I am not sure if all of these are inter-related.
1. My elder sister, (who was Mom's care taker in her last couple of years) and I enter a white room, expectantly and excitedly. Its a bare room, there is no furniture there. We look around, and I see that even the paint/wall paper on the wall has been peeled and taken away by my mother and elder brother. Then I am running around to ensure that my sister is alright and taken care of. When I get to her place, she is lying on a white bed with neat white quilt on top of her. Completely covered from head to toe. When I approach her, she removes the quilt from her face, and looks happy. She has sparkling eyes and is wearing a teal coloured shirt. We exchange dialogue that I don't remember.
2. Its the old house, where I grew up. In the dream its still in its semi constructed state. It has two rooms. The better room is occupied by a younger brother and elder sister. And I am in the other less developed room. It has rained heavily and it has flooded the "better" of the two rooms. The water is muddy. There is muddy water standing around the back of the house too. My elder brother, wearing white, goes to inspect it. Somewhere I am trying to attract attention of a modern woman, that someone should do something about the flood, but she says what can she do?! From the less developed room I see white, bright clouds have parted and I can see the blue sky. I can also see an orange arc (like a rainbow) on the sky. I ask myself if its the sunset or is the sun is still out. And I feel that the sunlight behind the clouds became stronger!
3. I am in my current apartment. In one of the actual rooms, I am changing clothes. My attire includes starched white trousers (that I wear in real life too), and on top of it, I wear a brown, loose, starched shirt, with long sleeves. The end of the long sleeves has embroidered pattern with gold, silver and maroon. Kind of sequined. And its a design pattern that I never wear in real life. As I adjust the sleeves around my wrist, I realize the sleeves are stiff (like metal), and the end of the sleeves (the entire design pattern) has rusted and becomes dust in my hand. Simultaneously, cracks appear on the peach coloured floor tiles of the room, and it gets so bad that one can see the dark earth underneath the broken pieces of the tile. I am scared with the embroidery turning into rust, and as the floor starts cracking, I run to my sister in the lounge, asking myself whats happening? Mom wearing white is standing in the lounge too, more like a spirit than a human. But before my sister could give a response, I wake up.
Looking forward to your insights Tony.
Love
Rumana