30 July 2017
In the dream, my Mom was locked up.
She was still trying to get out but every word she uttered was a lie and her captures were beginning to see her deception.
The place she was imprisoned in was like an old farm house we lived in from around 1993 – 1997 or thereabouts.
I was the head warden of her prison.
At one point I sat down across the table from her and she thought that meant she could now destroy me but instead others were watching and they saw she was looney.
They gave one another looks so as to say, “Yeah, she’s not going anywhere.”