I had a visitation dream from my son a month ago.  The message in this dream was so profound for me I don’t think I will ever be able to go back to thinking about this subject in the way I have in the past.  The message was powerful to the extent that I got up out of my warm bed at 2:00 am to write it in my journal and date it. I will try to set the stage for the dream.  The dream felt very ethereal, almost as if I were viewing it through a veil. As I glided effortlessly through a soft and gentle atmosphere, I saw a building that looked rich with history, much like a charming hotel from another time.  As I strolled outside the hotel, the windows to the rooms were open. The rooms were dimly lit, soft, and hazy.  There were delicate lace curtains fluttering gently with the breeze at the windows. The sound of music billowed peacefully from each room,...