So I had a strange dream last night. I was walking down the street under an elevated train. Rain was pouring down and both my hands were occupied trying to hold onto a long rectangular box that might have contained flowers but seemed heavier than that.
My mother suddenly appeared, cursing me out for being so foolish as to wander in such weather. She had a giant tarp that she used to cover both of us as we rushed home in the rain and tried not to slip over our own clumsy feet. I should have been annoyed as she continued to scold me. Instead I was concerned with how wet she was getting. She seemed to notice her own state as well, and in addition to cursing me as three kinds of fool she cursed herself.
Once inside I instantly rounded on her and demanded that she get out of her wet things before she caught a chill. I couldn’t get out of my head that she was older and more fragile and more prone to cold. I shuffled her off to find warmer, dryer clothes. Then I woke up.
I wonder what it all means. I will probably wonder for the rest of the day, and I am certain that I will come up with a million conclusions. Perhaps, one of them will be right.
