Because I am a nimrod sometimes & didn't realize today was the 2nd

HAPPY BIRFENDAY angellafurious!!!

Here's to getting healthy enough to get outta the house this weekend and share some birthday drinks with me!~8D

Mergoat Grrrlz are the SHIZZIT!!!

~8D

(((HUGZ!)))

When dreams manifest under the covers

My mother, father, sister Deb and I were all standing outside of some large building that might have been the Smithsonian Museum in DC or a police headquarters in NY - any large, old, white-stone building will serve the same purpose.

We were on the stairs, chatting, getting ready to go inside when the doors opened and another person who resembled my mom came walking out and stood in front of her.

Face to face, they wore the same clothing, had the same immense black purse and smelled of stale cigarettes.

The "Mom" coming out told the "Mom" going in that she didn't have enough money. Outside Mom went digging through her purse for more money.

Deb and I were aware that this was not right. It couldn't be right, but they were both Mom. But how?

The second Mom asked outside Mom for a cigarette. Outside Mom agreed and dug out her pack of Marlboros, took one out and handed it to the second Mom.

Deb and I realized at the same time that this was not supposed to be happening, it was a rift in time, two separate time-frames had become entangled; Mom was not supposed to see herself.

Outside Mom placed a cigarette in her own mouth, and the two of them clicked their lighters simultaneously...then everything exploded into white-light.

I uncovered my eyes and found myself at the bottom of a stairway in a small, quaint house, Deb now just a little girl by my side, trembling and holding her wooby-blanky. I heard Mom's voice upstairs, so I left Deb and went to see what had happened.

I entered a large bedroom with four beds - the one in the middle was a girl's canopy, covered in pink satin and lace. My older sister Juli slept there. Surrounding her were three other beds, smaller but still as eloquent and girlie. There was a young girl, maybe a year younger than Juli in the dream, another Debra - about the same age as my sniffling sister downstairs, and a baby Dawn.

It was me, but it wasn't.

And where were my brothers? Where was Dad?

Apparently, this was the result of the rift, how things changed in history as a result of my mom seeing herself and interacting. My father did not exist, nor did my brothers. I began yelling, "Where's Dad, Juli? What happened to him?"

She sat up, almost mechanically, and sneered, "You know what happened to him. He's been gone a long time, and you can't change that back!"

The baby Dawn began crying, and the other two children woke up, rubbing their eyes free of sleepy-sands.

Mom came rushing in, stepping right through me as if I were a ghost. I felt nauseated as she passed, and stumbled against the door.

"What's going on in here, Juli?"

"Oh nothing, Mummy! Just had a bad dream."

Mummy?

Mom picked up the Dawn-baby and cradled her, kissing her head and assuring her everything was ok.

I could hear Deb downstairs, sobbing, and for an instant I saw her face, all of four years old now, sniffling, tears coating her cheeks and mucus running out of her nose into her mouth and all over her wooby-blanky. I felt so bad for her, and wanted to be there for her, but Mom had to see me first.

I yelled, and the children all reacted, but Mom did not. She reacted to them though, and told them they needed to stop with the fooling around so that the baby could sleep.

"yes Mummy," they all said.

Mom placed the baby Dawn back into her crib - more lace and satin and frills - and walked out of the bedroom, blowing kisses as she passed through me again.

I stumbled backward and ran down the stairs. I could hear Juli laughing at me, at Deb. I grabbed Deb's hand and we ran outside.

We were on the stairs in front of the buiding again, where Mom had seen herself. We ran more, down down the stairs...they went on forever.

Somehow, somewhere a man attacked us. It was an alley, and I was on my back, screaming and crying - I had no reach to defend myself as he came at me. So I kicked him in the groin.

I woke up kicking my blankets off.