Had one of the worst dreams/nightmares in my life.
I dreamt my mother died.
It was horrible. And quiet. It was accepting and strangely peaceful. This was after my mum died? I think? My grandfather was there, albeit the one haven't met before on my mum's side. I think my aunt was there as well? We were in a mansion of sorts, lots of cream and white deco. Not unlike something coming out of a version of heaven or Olympus.
But if that is true than it means I died instead. Zzzzz, not a comforting thought.
All else I can remember is that I woke up crying. A lot. This feels just like the last time I dreamt I killed my brother zzz. Now that was the most horrible dream in my life. Fatigue is a really scary thing, perhaps I should turn in now. I hope good dreams await my entering the dream world. I won't comment on the recent polling events.
Ciao!
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