More Dead People

1 Nov

Hail, hail, the gang’s all here!

First of all, I was digging up a bunch of peanuts under the clothesline. Such a tiny plant, but there were hundreds of peanuts under it. I carried them into the house by making a basket of my skirt and was planning to put them in my sink, but my mother pitched a fit, and wouldn’t allow me to do so. “And look at your clothes! They’re a mess. Honestly, you can never do anything right.”

Even in my dreams she fusses with me!

Then I ended up in our own church, and my dad was saying Mass, accompanied by my sister, of all people, as his chalicist.  One of our daughters came in and sat beside me, and called me by the name my mum always used. I glared at her (I don’t know what girl is was) and she apologized. “They’ve saying that all day, and I forgot.”

Of all the characters in this little melodrama, only my daughter is still alive. This is the second time I’ve had this sort of dream, and – as I said before – I’m not making any long-term plans.

This is just plain creepy!

3 Responses to “More Dead People”

  1. AJ November 1, 2017 at 6:55 pm #

    Ooo freaky for sure! I wonder what it’s trying to tell you?

    • thisendoftheswamp November 2, 2017 at 12:27 am #

      I’m almost afraid to ask! It’s not as if I had been thinking about them all day, either.

  2. tiggerlyss November 4, 2017 at 4:24 pm #

    I do think it is interesting that your Dad and sister came to help you after you had that nasty one of you Mom.

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