Resurrection in Dreamscape

I dreamed of mother        
last night returning from the dead                  
bearing a cryptic message            
just for me          
wrapped in a skein          
of eternity            
                  
when I awoke                  
I knew that dreams          
were wormholes to the other side          
translucent as a memory          
lightly scrubbed by tragedy          
                 
the dead appearing                  
in dramatic roles     
and yet more real                  
than any mosaic  
puzzle or pentimento          
could ever be                  
           
but with the scumbling          
light of day          
I could not remember                  
what my mother said                
when she came stumbling      
backwards from the dead