Dream # ___, female; glass

I was lying in a bedroom with a sliding glass door. I kept having memory flashbacks, conversations I suppose I'd had with my mother and father. They talked about Jim Love, about his father dying, about how he was family now, and I needed to treat family well.

I paced for a moment, then fwomped on the bed. As I looked out the glass door, it seemed to go straight into a garage instead of outside. Then I wondered if it was just a reflection, and decided I wanted to talk to someone and called icariancypher.

He asked me what was up, so I kept trying to explain to him what was going on but could not. I'd start, sitting at first on my bed, noting how firm the mattress had become. Then I'd stan and tell him I had some things I needed to get off my chest. He would say, "OK, from the other end, and listen kindly, but then I would pace more, back and forth by the doors, looking out, wondering where the garage had come from.

Then my logic hit me - I don't live in this place, and I certainly don't have a sliding glass door. But it's my room...

No, it was the den from my childhood home. I looked at the reflection on the glass, and instead of seeing the garage, I saw a reflection of the Mt. Shasta mural on the wall behind me. I said to icariancypher, "There is some really weird shit going on, man."

"Seems truth is like that," he replied from the other end of the phone.

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