Friday, October 10, 2008
I dream I am in my childhood home. My mother is alive with me there in the kitchen. She died many years ago. I am happy to be with her again. She leaves the kitchen and heads up the back stairs toward the attic. I am sad that she is leaving me. I beg her to hug me before she goes back to heaven. She keeps walking up the stairs. As she walks up the final flight of stairs, I reach out and touch her. She turns around and I hug her. When the hug ends she steps back and looks at me. Her expression is kind of blank. She seems surprised that I hugged her. She then turns around and walks up the rest of the stairs into the light shining down from the attic.
Posted by Deerheart at 8:10 PM