Mom on The Porch after her Funeral

This is my first dream post. This dream led me to writing poems about death.

I saw a young girl sitting on a wooden front porch rail. It was a Hot Summer Sunny Day. She was in her mid twenties and had a calm expression on her face.

I took several steps toward her when I realized she was my Deceased Mother. This is what she must have looked like before she was married and I was born.  

She turned to me and I said, "Ma...I thought you were dead?

She replied, "I am not dead. I was on the table when I got up and came here!"

I suddenly awoke from a Deep Sleep wondering, "Did Ma die or was her Funeral a dream?"

Then I realized what a cruel Nightmare and that Ma was dead. 

Or was she trying to tell me she was still alive?

Very weird strange dream.

I remember asking her the death question and her answer was very clear. What a horrible strange dream.