this post will be a weird, poorly written one

I know that dreams can carry significant meaning, and I've had a few really interesting ones recently. There is one dream that I've had twice in the last month that leaves my head in a funny place all day. I've dreamed that my mom was up and walking with a normal gait, which I have not seen her do in at least 5 years. It was just so strange to see because I genuinely cannot remember what it looks like for her to walk. The first time I had the dream I work up with tears on my face. So what does it mean, especially having the dream twice? Well, I'm getting the feeling that it means my mom will soon walk. It's not impossible for her to walk again on this earth, but I don't think that's what is going to happen. Something in me says she is nearing a point where there will be no more pain, no more limitation. She's going to enter into a place where she will dance with abandon and know endless joy. (my roommate is singing lion king in the shower right now) A toothache my mom had gave us a nice little scare a couple weeks ago. What one day was a toothache was a raging, full body infection the next. She was rigid from the waist down and the entire side of her face was swollen. Now all this happened from something that would not spread outside of the mouth for most adults. The rapidity with which the infection took over her body caught us all by surprise. Fortunately, some fancy mouth doctor cut a hole in her face and upped her antibiotics, which allowed a little pressure to subside and got the whole situation under control. So yea, the dreams and the tooth have had me thinking about suffering and death a good bit recently. As a christian its easy to pay lip service to the ideas of death as a reward and our ultimate goal, but it's harder when its your mom. However, I think im in a pretty good little headspace about the whole thing....some songs and quotes have helped me to get here, and one quote in particular stood out. I read the quote to my family at dinner on my recent work trip home and my emotions got the better of me. I lost it at the table...tears everywhere. I've never done that before with my whole family just watching. But I rode out the awkward situation and got out everything that was on my heart. It was a crazy amount of unadulterated emotion that I didn't know was down there and it felt really nice to share it with loved ones. TL;DR dreams and signs of my moms death lead to an unexpected emotional encounter with the family