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Another dream of mother. It was particularly strange, though. She needed to go to another town. I offered to help. I don't have a car or a driver's license, but I can fly a towel. Think of it as a poor man's magic carpet. It's a big towel, maybe a beach towel. I get her where she needs to be, but then I am a little frightened. I am not so confident that I will be able to fly it back home. Apparently my mastery over the towel is kind of hit and miss.
Yeah, I cannot even begin an interpretation of this one. I am tempted to make something of the fact that I am dreaming of my dead mother more often now. I have been struggling harder lately over how much longer I can hang on in this world, and I wonder if this is why my subconscious seems to be more focused on her.
Yeah, I cannot even begin an interpretation of this one. I am tempted to make something of the fact that I am dreaming of my dead mother more often now. I have been struggling harder lately over how much longer I can hang on in this world, and I wonder if this is why my subconscious seems to be more focused on her.
