The very first dream happened when I was 23, I saw a really bright light taking me from my room and up to another place. In that place I was embraced physically, spiritually and emotionally by a masculine force of light (I can still vividly remember the face of that man/being from my dream).
When you think about a pregnancy and you think about the beginnings of a human being forming and all the things that have to go perfectly, it really and truly is a miracle when it happens. You have two sets of genetic material coming together that have to divide, and sometimes things go wrong. The simplest way to think about it is that miscarriage is sort of nature's way of making sure that a human being is compatible with life.