Theresa

I had a dream during a nap. Mom is speaking to me. I have zero doubt. Like why would Theresa be in my dream? And it was vivid. Man. They all were. I got scared and woke up at one point. But man. Mom was sitting up in bed. Which of course, she never did but she does in my dream. Her skin is very young and no blemishes or wrinkles. Theresa is to the left, in a plastic chair. Mom is sitting Indian style. Theresa is touching her hand or leg and says, “I’m here for you Patti.” Mom is looking at her as she says it. And then mom turns slowly towards me and says. “See Bobby, that’s the kind of attitude I want around me....” and I woke up. 




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