I go plenty of rest last night. Boy, howdy!
Slept like a log and dreamed!
My last dream was the oddest one in a while.
I was at a family gathering with my mother. Lots of young people around, too, but I was my present age. I interacted with several people until everyone rushed out of doors. When I went outside, I couldn't find anyone. I walked around the house and saw, in the distance, a lot of the young folks hiking up a very high hill. Off to the side on a large patio sat my mother with young mothers sitting around with youngsters in tow.
The odd thing about that high hill is that someone was at the top on a large piece of equipment and began going down the hill, clearing everything in its path and leaving a dark, earthen trail behind.
The young ones who had reached the top all had plastic sleds and began sliding down the hill along that earthen trail at very high rates of speed.
When I walked over to my Mom, she looked a bit put out. I asked her what was wrong, and she said she had expected my Aunt Doris (her sister) to be there but she hadn't shown. Mom indicated she was ready to go.
I gently reminded her that Aunt Doris had died two years ago this month, and my Mom looked surprised and then said, "Oh, that's right. I always imagine her as being alive."
I didn't have the heart to tell Mom that she, herself, had died five years ago.
It's one of those dreams where I imagine my Mom to be alive. I am always surprised to have those dreams, but I suppose I always will.
