lastnite: a dream journal

Mom's dying

I filled up my truck (?) and asked for help from David C. to put water in it.

I was in a hospital, talking with Grainger about internet marketing. His email address was knowlege@_____.net. I told him it was a bad idea to have a misspelling in his email address.

Then I was in a class. The guy next to me pointed out a typo in an internet ad. Then he started talking about Nazis on the internet. I say, "yeah, can you imagine what kind of a complex they'd get if they spelled it NATZIES?" No one laughed. Mom went outside.

Then Mom was in a hospital bed. We talked a lot about music. I went to the closet and made her a bowl of lentil soup. I saw a guitar and thought about picking it up, but I knew I couldn't play. The music stand belonged to Blake. I took mom her soup and she only ate two bites. I went back to the closet to put Saran Wrap on it. I started to tear up because I knew she was dying, but I wanted to be strong for her. Mom started singing in a voice at least four octaves lower than lower then normal: it was a very low, very mournful song that made me burst into tears.