Moms museum to her children

All my siblings were visiting some sort of museum made of modern shapes out of light brown bleached wood with our Mother. There was some connection to some travel and moving but it was a side story. Mom has been dead for a couple years now and it is coming on the anniversary of her death next month. I entered this oval grand room with undulating wall panels of wood, something very norwegian "higge" very warm and inviting. This room was a museum to all her children and each had a small oval stage where xrays of our child bodies were printed on thick paper and recreated and standing there but larger than life. An image of each of us was printed life sized standing next to the skeletal dsiaply and all of this was done in grey scale. I was amazed and said to Mom you know how much I always loved the human skeleton. The long oval room was kind of hushed and there was a video up high on a wall showing our Mother in the delivery room having her first child. It was like being a fly on the wall and there was no nudity shown but the sights and the sounds were prominent and real. It was a joyous display. I was so moved by Mom making such a wonderful homage to her children that I met her on her oval stage which was bare except for here kneeling there. I crawled up on stage with her and she spooned my and I felt her hair as she rocked me. I recall thinking how she knew to rock me and what a comfort it was. we gave each other a kiss and the dream disintegrated into another bit of chaos that I cannot recall.