She visited me in a dream. She was wearing a long white dress that was cinched in at the waist with a sash that I think was also white. I should note that she never dressed like that in real life. Anyway, it was a slimmer, younger, healthy version of her (she was quite ill when she died) and she came to tell me something. When my mother comes through to me in my dreams, she never actually speaks out loud; she communicates with me through thoughts. Anyway, she came to give me a message and in the dream, I had the thought that this must be very important information for me to know, since she made the trip to tell me this, and that I better remember it.
Later on when I woke for the day, I remembered the dream very clearly. I remember my thoughts about the message too. What I DON’T remember is this: WHAT THE MESSAGE WAS!
I tried over and over to get it back, but it’s gone.
I told my husband this, and as I was telling him, the tears started.
He: Why are you crying?
Me: I don’t know! Because I can’t remember what the message was!
He: Don’t worry. You got the message. Just because you can’t remember it consciously doesn’t mean you didn’t get. It’s in your subconscious. You have it.
I immediately felt the truth of what he was saying. Every so often, my husband says exactly the right words to me at exactly the right time.
And then he sort of shuddered.
Me: What was that?
He: I got a chill.
So now I get it. That was my mother there in the car with us.