Wouldn't it be wonderful if when we did sleep we always visited heaven/Valhalla and gathered the flowers that were little pieces of the souls of those who have gone before us of those we love and have loved us and then as we woke, our new day was made up of those little pieces of the past and those that have gone and in a way they see again through us and we see new each day, by their love?
I just felt moved to ramble... :)
That was a lovely ramble, maybe it's partly true <3
One can hope :)