I have dreams pretty much every night, 90% of them nightmares. My mum features in most of them. They were even more fucked up when I was on morphine patches. Two that spring to mind that I'll never forget:
Dream one, I was in a hospital, with my mum. She was dead and a ghost, but looked and was acting totally normal, and she'd been really sick and died but I realised she believed that she'd survived and everything was okay, so I had to break the news to her and said 'mum, you do realise that you didn't actually make it, don't you?' and she looked really shocked, and morphed from being normal into this weird screaming demon, wailing and crying and zooming round the room destroying everything like a hurricane. I couldn't do anything but just watch her lose it. I didn't really get what the dream was about until I told a friend and she said it's like I was breaking the news to myself, trying to finally admit/accept what happened, and the reaction I saw in her is how I really feel and how I really want to react, to lose my shit completely and not be the calm, organised, strong one like I was when she died. It kinda made sense.
Dream two, I was in a lift in a mansion, and one of the floors I could get off was heaven. I got outta the lift, went into a room, had to wait a few minutes and then she appeared, totally normal and happy. She looked so healthy, so peaceful, so pleased to see me. I asked her what it was like in heaven and she said it was great, and I asked if our two late cats were there too and she said yeah, showed me a photo of them on her phone. I asked if she lived with them and she said no, that things were kinda different and didn't work that way up there but she sees them every day. She told me that even when I can't see her or feel her, she's always there with me, and that she loves me and my brother to bits and always will. I only had half an hour with her until I had to say goodbye, when I hugged her I knew it could be the last time I ever saw her, and it was so sad. I woke up feeling really weird, glad I'd seen her but also upset as it was the first time I'd seen her look happy and healthy since her death. I just woke up and burst into tears. Nothing about the death feels real, at all. I'm atheist and don't believe in god or heaven, but it's tempting to try and make myself believe that dreams like this mean something, that she is still around in a way. Cos losing her completely is just too hard to bear.
I also had a sex dream about Steven Wilson once, that was cool.