So I recently meditated, and saw some pretty... strange things. I think some of it was my own input (it'll be clear why once I go into detail), but mostly it was a random daydream. I call it "memory salad" because it seems to be a compilation of memories - if anything. I'm not entirely sure it wasn't a daydream I'm making more out of than I should. (How do you know?) There's this woman who is in what seems to be in a hurricane of sorts, calling out to her son. He is then covered by debris, and she starts calling out "Damon! Damon!" The same woman goes to a door, a white door. And that's when things change. I'm going up some steps, and at the top of the staircase I can see a small room. A voice asks me if I really want to go in there, if I really want to know. I'm unsure, but I go anyway. The bedroom is small and white, like the stairs. (Everything in this house seems to be white, for some reason - I even sense that I'm wearing a white shirt.) As I enter, an elderly woman, my mother, is on the bed. I sit next to her, and she keeps saying something like: "Ba-nin-yi" or "Ba-nin-ee." It troubles me, and I keep saying "Mom, stop. Please stop." I know she can't help it, but I can't help it either - she's my mother, and she's supposed to be telling me it's going to be okay, not the source of my problems. (Although get the sense that perhaps she always had been, long before her apparent dementia.) I go into another room, a room with a purple bed lined with toys. I imagine a small girl on the bed, but know she's not really there - maybe I'm seeing myself at a younger age, or perhaps another child important to me. As I leave the room to head back down the stairs, I see the woman who'd lost her son. She tells me what happened, and I say I'm sorry. All the while I can still hear my mother going "ba-nin-nee." This is where it gets even stranger. She tells me she's my Spirit Guide, then says she isn't, and that it's all me. So... I'm confused. I don't know if this is a valid memory, especially as I don't recall feeling anything. However, I did once before have a dream where an elderly lady uttered those exact words, and I remember waking up distraught. All I can think of is that the parts with the woman were either, or a combination of, my own imagination interfering or a different incident altogether. After all, even with CL memories I've been accused of making two different things one big event before. Thoughts?