Last night I dreamt . . .
I was living in my old
home, taking care of my
mom.
Feeling exhausted beyond
belief, it was a true pleasure
to be invited by my bestie
to go on a special outing.
She insisted that I be home
and she would pick me up.
She arrived, coming up my
driveway in a moped. I was
beyond tickled pink!
Just putting on my shoes,
my little bro stepped outside.
She asked him if we were
going out today and he said
no.
Obviously, he was referring
to himself. I dashed outside
just as she was turning
around and speeding away.
My grief was so intense I
was completely unable to
stop sobbing. At some point
she was there, trying to
console me, but I simply
could not contain my grief.
When I awoke, my heart
still hurt . . . what could
this dream been trying to
tell me?
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