dreamed and recorded by pj
I am an adult, but at my childhood home. I have been off work for two days, and skipped school too. I decide to head out and catch my writing class, even though it might make me late for the ballgame.
As I am going out, I look back and see my mother reclined on the couch, watching TV. Something isn't right about this. . . isn't mom dead? I RC and sure enough, I'm dreaming.
I walk back into the living room and crouch down, looking mom right in the face. She smiles at me, and I at her. I ask her how she is doing, and she says fine. I ask if there wasn't anything she could have done to stay more active and able. She replies that she did all she wanted to and it was her own decision and her own business. She says this very pleasantly, telling me in her own way that I am not to feel guilty or bad about what ended up happening to her. I ask her to please get up off the couch. She says, "You're going to be late for school and the ball game. And don't forget your tickets - they are on my dresser."
I walk into her room, thinking that I should really try a goal or something, but I don't want to disrupt this dream. There is nothing on the dresser, so I pick up nothing, open up the envelope that isn't there and check out the two tickets that aren't there either. I put them in my pocket. As I walk out, I glance into my room, which looks like it has been ransacked - the furniture is all out of place and everything is thrown everywhere. I don't pause - just walk on by - but wonder if the aquarium has been dumped. As I walk out, I am tempted to walk through the walls or fly out, but I want to see mom one more time so I just play along. In the living room I turn and smile at her, and she looks very content and peaceful. She waves as I go out the garage door.