Do you believe in dreams?

Do you believe in dreams? I am not sure how much stock I put in dreams but here's one dream that definitly left an impression. I was sitting on a bench in this garden maze (you know, the kind with high hedge walls?) on a sunny summer day. Picture perfect. The walls of the maze formed a three sided room around my seat and I am holding a peacefully sleeping baby girl in my arms. She is cradled close, almost smiling and I know that she is my daughter. Suddenly I hear the light giggle of a little girl wafting through the air and look up to see a child of about 5 or 6 run past the entrance to my garden room. She has curly blonde hair and is wearing a frilly white dress. I notice this as she peeks in at me. Then, smiling as calmly as my slumbering child, she walks towards me with arms outstretched. As this girl approaches, she appears to grow before my eyes. She stops in front of me, aged to a young woman of 20 with a laughing smile, and motions for me to hand my baby to her. Cradling the infant, she turns to walk out the way she came. I make no move to stop her, knowing instinctively that my baby is in good hands. Just before she leaves the room, I ask her "What's your name?" With a wide grin, she answers, "Jodi" and leaves.

Now what makes this dream so different from the rest of the ones that I have had? One-it happened during a particularly emotional time after my first miscarriage (a baby that I was POSITIVE was a girl), Two-my mother-in-law had a daughter named Jodi who died soon after birth, and Three-While I knew that my m-i-l had a baby who died very young, I didn't know her name was Jodi until I told Lanny about my dream. What do you think? Was this merely my mind finding a way for me to cope with the loss and grief I was feeling over the miscarriage or was it God's way of showing me that my baby was going to be well-cared for in her heavenly home? I believe the latter.