The dreams just keep coming. Every night for the past week and a half I've had one, to the point that I understand fully what someone told me about how they so often feel like an alternate life.
In my life, my mom was attacked but she lived through it. That attack changed my life and what I was doing with it because I wanted to make sure that a criminal couldn't slip through the cracks and never pay. The justice system failed my mom, so I try to ensure it doesn't fail others. But in my dream life, my mom didn't survive, she was murdered and in response to that I became a cop, working homicides, and part of the justice system to help catch the criminals.
One monumental change. That honestly is the difference between the two. It's a bit like two trains running on a parallel tracks, both visible to one another, but never likely to collide.