Ever since I was about 7,i've had the same dream,atleast once a month.The problem is,i cant really understand it.It started the day that I had came back from this carnival with my mother and aunt.I dont know if that has anything to do with this atall,or if its just a usless piece of information,but i feel I have to add everything,to try and come to terms with this dream.OK.
The dream takes place inside my home.It's cold,but i can see that it's sunny outside.At this point I kinda come to terms with the fact that I know my mom&dad are dead.It's a weird feeling,but i'm not atall upset,and show no emotion.I actually feel a bit relieved.Then I go outside,and play.Just like a normal day.I'm happy that my parents are gone.Then,as i'm playing,i start digging,with this broken spade.I have no idea or no concious idea atleast why i'm doing this,until I hit something.It's my mother,and she's crying,sitting there,with nothing but a ragged blanket on,just sitting there.And she's crying,and glass tears are falling,and hitting the ground,and shutttering.I had that dream again last night,but for the first time ever,there was like,a added chapter.I talked to my mom,and told her i was sad she was dead.She smiled,and dissapeared.Maybe she just wanted to know I cared.
