Another Unsettling Dream

23 Mar

I dreamed I was staying at my parents’ house and, in my old bedroom, I was thinking about how lately my mother hadn’t been using her creativity, making crafts, and I thought it was a pity and a waste of time and must be frustrating. I noticed the house was very quiet, and I wondered where she was.

But then I remembered: my mother is dead.

It was a shock all over again. I had to remind myself that I was there when she died, and in my head was an image of her lying peacefully in bed and looking about 20 years younger than she really was when she died.

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