Dreams.
Since my mom, Grandma M started treatment for cancer I have dreamed about her a couple of times. I guess when something like this is on your mind it tends to come out in your subconscious.
The first dream occurred in the chemo room. I sat and watched my mom light a cigarette. She took a couple of puffs and then attempted to put it out. The cigarette did not go out all the way. The smoke was swirling from the cigarette and then a nurse walked up to me and got in my face and said, “You know, you can not smoke in here?”
My response was, “It was not me! She was smoking the cigarette!” I woke up at that point.
The next dream I had last night. My mom and I were on a road trip to Salt Lake City of all places. We were supposed to meet up with relatives that I had never heard of. We arrived at the house and spent time with the wife and children. Soon after, the husband came home. He told me that he worked at a Starbucks in a grocery store. He knew that I was unemployed at this time and asked me if I would like to check out his job. I said yes.
Me, my mom and the husband went to the Starbucks. The husband showed me around and then he had me wait on a gentleman. I served him a coffee and french fries. (Yea, I do not think Starbucks serves french fries.)
I turned around and my mom was gone. I wondered where she went. The husband and I got back in the car and on the way home went drove by a big building and I asked if it was the Mormon Temple. He said it was. We arrived back at the house and I asked about my mom. The wife said she left.
My response was, “How will I get home?”
I woke up after that. Mom, you simply must get out of my head! Next, I will wake up strapped to the radiation machine. In a dream of course.
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