Last night I had this pretty amazing dream. It was kind of a clairvoyant one, which is strange. I'm a psychic, but not that kind of psychic, normally. Maybe I have some latent precognition? Who knows.
Anyway, I was just wishing for some kind of sign. About my mom. It's been years and years. We never did find her. And I think I saw her. I caught a glimpse of her, anyway, and it was just nice. She was doing doctor things, saving lives, and she looked like... well, like she was at peace, anyway. It seemed too real to just be an ordinary dream.
I look a bit more like her in some place than I thought. It's hard not to see her when I look in the mirror now. But anyway, it gives me hope. That she's still out there somewhere.
And now that this quiet little reflective post is out of the way, I better get back to keeping a house full of teenagers entertained during a blizzard.