I Had A Dream...

I had a dream last night...well...today. It'd have been night if I were lucky and lived in Australia where my inner clock seems set to for some reason...which is making my life very difficult...but anyhow...

Mom was still alive...at least it wasn't one of my, "She didn't actually die, to be honest" dreams where I kind-of got a little confused and wondered why I called her dead when she survived...

Or one where she was a zombie or binge drinking again. No, zombie was not good. It was extremely disturbing when all it was was your mom's appearance at the end of her life, simply with a little decay. She was already skin-and-bones, yellowed and greyed...zombifying her just took torn flesh...

She was the...voice of reason. Now, I want you all to know, I DON'T believe dreams are "trying to tell us something" with "different objects meaning different things"...

Dreams are our memories and our mind sifting them, making new connections, figuring out problems as we sleep.

So she was the voice of reason. My dad was strict and upset and she warned me but I was too late. I was in major trouble.

I remember my grandparents being in it...they were...the source of stress and blgh. Yes, blgh...:/

I...vented enough about why I'm mad at my dad atm elsewhere so don't feel like blogging it...goodbye for now.