February 12, 2005
Dream
Last night I dreamed about Mom... half-dreaming. I was sort of awake, too. She was there, and she was still dead, but also still alive, but sick. You know, the usual. I talked to her and hugged her. I don't remember what we talked about, but it was intense emotionally, which sometimes the dreams aren't. Like the one where she was back after having been dead, and I was worried because we'd given away all her clothes while she was gone. Plus Dad was sleeping in her room, and I wasn't sure how that was going to work out.
Posted by ktingey at 05:56 AM | Comments (7)