Last Night’s Family Dream

Last night, I had a dream that I was 18 years old and sitting at the kitchen table of the house where my mom and I lived when I was in high school.  I was waiting for my mom and dad to come home from seeing the doctor and I was worried.

(In real life, my mom and Dad divorced when I was 13.)

Finally, mom and dad stepped into the kitchen.  They both looked extremely happy, certainly far more happy than I remember either one of them ever looking when they were together in real life.

“What did the doctor say?” I asked.

My mom smiled and said, “He says I’m okay.  It wasn’t anything.”

“It was benign?” I said.

“Yes,” she said, “benign.”

In my dream, I started to cry.

(In real life, my mom passed away when I was 23 years old.)

Then my Dad said, “The doctor thinks I have a brain tumor.”

I looked over at him.  “What?”

My Dad pointed at right eye.  “It’s right up here,” he said.  “That’s what they think.  I don’t think it’s nothing.”

My mom and dad laughed.

And that’s when I woke up, feeling very sad.

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