The dream itself actually woke me up in a flood of sobs and tears. It was vivid, strange and emotionally very painful. The worst part, it seemed so very real. I saw my mother for the first time since she had died in 2012. 

I have not dreamed or seen my mother in all these 14 years since her passing away. In the dream, I had entered a small, semi darkened room as if just waking up and still in a groggy state. I then suddenly heard my mother's voice very clear and distinct. I find myself looking over towards the sound of her voice and I knew she had died, but yet-- there she was as real as real can be, still in the frail body she had before she died but fully dressed in nice clothes and hair neatly styled and groomed the way she always maintained it the last 20 of her years. My youngest brother, Kevin, was holding her in a hugging embrace and they both were standing up. So, of course, I wanted to reach out and hug her too-- I missed her so much and it had been so long from when I last saw my living mom breathing her vibrant life. But when I reached out to hug her too, she began to fade and became almost like a hologram when the light is turned off and she and my youngest (and still living) brother were gone and I was left weeping inside this dream, such that it woke me up and I continued to cry because it was startling and she seemed so damn real, it shook me to my core.  And as for this dream, I ask why?