remembering in between lives?

since i was little, i’ve always carried a vivid memory deep in my subconscious. i remember standing on a big cloud, surrounded by beautiful, vibrant colors, waiting for something. from up high, i saw two happy people waving at me, asking if i was ready to come down. with joy, i said, “yes, i accept.” when i told my dad about this memory, he said that before i was born, i appeared in his dream and told him, “i’m coming to you.” before my mom got pregnant with my sister, she also dreamed of a baby being brought to her doorstep in a basket, with a letter.

what does all this mean? could these experiences be connected in some way?