I have had the same two dreams for the last couple of nights. The first night I dreamed that I was at a funeral for an elderly lady named Grace. I didn't know this woman and I didn't seem too upset over the funeral. Others at the funeral seemed to know who I was, but I can't recall knowing any of them. The second dream I had, I was sitting in a garden with a little girl. Her name was Grace and she was my daughter (I don't have any children, but I have recently had a miscarriage). She didn't come out and call my mom or mommy, but I felt this bond with her that I assume only a mother would feel. I had the first dream again, but it changed. I was talking with the elderly lady named Grace. She was trying to give me advice, but I don't recall what the advice was. Then I was at her funeral again. I don't understand what the connection with the dreams and the name Grace is. I actually don't understand the dreams at all, but I have woken up feeling upset and uneasy. Anyone have any thoughts on this?

This is probably the answer you were thinking as your wrote this, but hear me out.

Grace is what you might have named your miscarage, if it had been a girl. When a woman carries a child for so long in them, even if it is a miscarage, or about to be aborted, there is still a connection between the growing fetus and the mother. While the baby was growing, you had that same bond. A mother-daughter bond that only you could have. When you dream of the Elderly lady, you could be seeing Grace, your grace, as an old woman. How she would have looked if she had been allowed life. The little girl, little Grace, is the same elderly lady, and the same as your miscaraged baby, only as a few years old.

When I spoke of your mother-daughter bond of your miscarage, it occurs to me how strong it must have been, being the first child you would have given birth to. By no means am I saying that you are seeing haunting images of Grace, but I beleive that in your semi-conciouss mind, only accessable whilst asleep, you mourn for the baby that was lost deeper than what you could have mourned while awake. This could also be why you visited her funeral twice, and her youth once.

Thank you. I hadn't thought of any names for the baby since I had just found out that I was pregnant, but Grace is a lovely name. I did have a thought that maybe Grace was my little girl, but not to the extent that you explained. I never thought maybe she was the elderly woman also.