I don't remember my dreams, do you? I hardly do. About two months ago, I dreamed about my mother and she wasn't dead. She was alive and we had thought she was dead, but she was back and doing better. I apologized to her telling her we had thrown away some of her belongings from the house. I woke up with a renewed sense of loss, and longing for those moments in my sleep when I still had my mother. It makes me wish I could remember my dreams.
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