Two dreams last night, about me having a birthday.

Dream 1:
It's my birthday tomorrow.
I don't seem to realise that it's my birthday, or think it important.
My uncle and aunt ask me what I shall be doing.
When questioned, I say I'll probably just pop out to the local pub for a couple of drinks.
My uncle isn't at all impressed with my low key choice!
He suggests a variety of really lovely restaurants that he thinks I aught to go to instead.

[interlude]

Dream 2:
It is the morning of my birthday.
My Mother shows me downstairs to the gift she has given me.
She seems really pleased and excited to give me her gift.
Again I am slightly bemused at the excitement around me having a birthday.
The living room is very tidy.
The wrapping on my gift is very dramatic and stylish, in red, black and gold.
It's clear that it is an (possibly expensive?) electric guitar.
The note attatched say's something like "Thankyou, Sleepy Rosy" (ie. she has used my forum ID instead of my given name).
There is emotion from my Mother, of almost tearful love and gratitude towards me.

Comments:
It isn't my birthday in reality.
My Mother is dead. She bought herself a left handed (I couldn't play it) electric guitar shortly before she died.
I directly associate 'Sleepy Rosy' with me taking up singing folk song.
My living room is always messy!
I've never been one to go out to elegant restaurants.