I had a crazy nightmare last night, that didn’t come back to my consciousness until about an hour after I was already awake. I dreamt that I died. But it was still a sort of supernatural dream, because in the dream, I was dead, and my mom was burning incense paper for me. I guess this is what Chinese people do so that ghosts/spirits have wealth and food or whatever in the abyss. I’m not a huge believer in that kind of stuff, nor is my mom, of all people. But anyway, in the dream, she was hugging me and comforting me about my own death. All the while, I was sobbing like a mofo. Yesterday was Mother’s Day.
How weird is that?
I’m tempted to Google search what this might mean. Though I’ve read interpretations of another dream I’ve had a few times – that my teeth crumbled and fell out. I guess it’s a common enough dream that people have, and apparently it goes along the lines of feeling like you’re losing control in life. My best guess is this one is about the same, and it happened to coincide with Mother’s Day. I wish we could videotape our dreams and watch them as movies.
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