For the first time in years, I dreamt of mother last night (August 7, 2015). I tried to hang onto it after I awoke, but only a few details remained. It ends by me waking up and left me in an overwhelming sense of peace.
It started with my sister, Susan, yelling at me. Probably the same accusations, she has been accusing me of for years. I remember her calling the police from a phone on a pole. I was in great distress because I was sure the police would believe her and not believe me. It was like in a city square. There were a lot of people and the impression I am left with is that they believed my sister. They were shunning me and I felt very alone. It took awhile. Then the police came and took me. I don’t remember, but I think I was interrogated. I finally was placed in a room.
Mother was in the room. I don’t remember a whole lot of what transpired. I remember yelling at her, “Why did you do this to me?” At one point, she hugged me. That felt so good. I miss her so much. We cried. She talked to me, but I remember none of it. I do remember begging her to talk to Susan and explain it to her, several times.
I awoke with a profound sense of peace. I have been praying to God for help in this discord with my sister. Maybe this was his answer: a visit with my mother and her calming love.
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