I dreamt that I was visiting my mother, who lived in a house that looked rather like a small apartment building. I remember being a bit surprised that the front door was unlocked. The lobby was full of light. “It’s me,” I yelled when I entered into a well-lit corridor. I heard greetings of two women, both of whom were delighted to hear my voice. I cannot be sure about the other woman, but I think it was my mother’s older sister. My mother came out of the kitchen, and I gave her a big hug. “I love you, mamma,” I said with feeling. Realizing that my aunt was about to come out of the kitchen, I did my best to suppress my tears. Overwhelmed by emotions, I woke up. I was in tears already. Oh, how lovely it is to feel your mother in your arms more than eight years after her death!