Another dream of my mother. This time she is up and about, doing household chores. She looks good, really. My Aunt Vi is there, too.
I finally have to tell her, there’s nothing I could have done to have kept her from dying.
This makes Mom angry. She takes it to mean that I wanted her to die. Vi tries to defend me which only makes Mom angrier and she orders Vi out of the room.
Nothing is changed in my dreams. It’s the same patterns as in life.