Once upon a dream...

Last night I had a strange dream. It was about my last and final day before dying. It took place in the house that I grew up in with my family. How the dream took this direction (I don't know),but somehow it got to the point where I had been given the morphine to help make me comfortable. Although,I wasn't bed-ridden from the medicine. I knew that my time was short, therefore I was running around the house trying to make things right and to warn my family and friends. "This is it, there's no more time left," I was crying out!! But nobody seemed to notice my frantic state.

This part is where this dream becomes relevant to this particular blog. My mother was in this dream. She really didn't acknowledge my presence, in fact, I was pleading with her to talk to me. She was only watching me and smiling. It's like she knew what was ahead and was there to walk me through it, having done so, herself already. I didn't feel scared due to this fact and knew she was along for the ride.

Even though, it's really weird to dream about yourself dying, I welcome any dream that my mom makes an appearance. I can see her move around acting normal and happy. I don't have just a still picture to look at and struggle to imagine her voice. It all just becomes very real again.