Sunday, May 1, 2011

Mother.

I just jolted awake from a dream and I'd better get down what I can now.

Someone was trying to steal or take something of mine, something me and someone else had to construct. I cannot remember what it was, or what it did. I simply knew that someone wanted to steal and we didn't want that.

The next part of my dream went like this. I was shopping while on the phone with my brother. He was visiting Mother alone.

"Can I be frank here?" he stated, "Mom has not taken pills today, but I know from the looks of her that she's doing well. She won't make it. Not now." And then I woke up.

Thats all folks.