Wow, it's been a while since I've posted here. The dream I had last night has spooked and baffled me, and I could use some advice on it.

Some background: I took a year of French when I was a Sophomore/Junior. I liked the teacher and also took a history course with her. She's always been kind to me, and reminds me of my mother a little, if my mom had longer hair and was younger. I have a very good relationship with my mom, but when I was in my Freshman and Sophomore years I had recurring dreams about her dying, dreams which have picked up again this year. I'll be graduating college next month.

This dream started with me standing in the cafe of my school, looking at the coffee counter. It was darker in the cafe than usual, like there were only a few small, yellow lights around me and the glow from the cooler nearby. My French professor came up to me from behind and we stood in silence for a moment. The atmosphere was somber. After a moment, she told me she was dying. It scared me and made me sad to hear that, but I knew what we had to do. A few moments later, we were in my childhood bedroom, but the floor had turned to dirt and there was a human-sized hole near one of the walls. It was extremely dark, only lit by a bit of light from my alarm clock and the streetlight outside of my windows.

She went over and laid in the hole, and I began to move dirt around her, packing it around her legs first. I didn't feel like I was doing anything wrong. The mood was somber and quiet, but intimate. We were both calm, if a bit sad, and resigned to what had to be done. We talked a little as I buried her, but mostly she remained silent. Eventually, she mentioned to me that we needed to be done soon, before the sun came up, so she would have a few hours to die. I looked over at my alarm clock and was startled because it said that it was 6:31am, but it was just as dark outside as it is in the middle of the night. When I looked back over to the hole, the person buried was almost completely covered, but suddenly it wasn't my professor dying there, but my mother. She told me that it was my responsibility to take the dog out in the morning after she died. I screamed and tried to pull the dirt off of her so she wouldn't die. That's when I woke up and started crying.