Strange Dreams

I had such a series of strange dreams last night.

First was the one with my mother as a morphine addict. I encountered her in the living room of her house with her “works” ready to shoot up. I chastized her extremely asking her what would her granddaughter think if she saw her doing that. It seems that my brother and sister were aware (in the dream) that our mother was a junkie, but I was not. I was shocked. Shocked. My brother showed me the bottle of her medicine that she was now mainlining. {for the record, my mother has been dead for over 6 years. She was on morphine meds for the last three months of her life, but she was bedridden and pretty out of it}

Then there was another dream about me returning to my childhood neighborhood. It was a dream neighborhood, and nothing like my real childhood neighborhood. There were so many things and people that produced a strong desire to just relax and stay there, but I also realized by accepting that “place” again, I would have to accept its value system, which I knew I would eventually have to flout to be true to myself. Although specific circumstances of the dream were pretty fictitious, the essence is right on the mark.