May 07, 2007 12:09
My mother is crazy. She wouldn't mind me saying this to friends. She knows it's true. I was talking to her last night before she went to bed. She told me she had a dream. She said it was a special dream as it felt like the time she had a dream about a recipe for something for age spots and she tried it and it WORKED. Then she forgot the recipe. My mother is a very fair-skinned Black woman and she had begun to get brown spots on her hands -- just not on her left hand, where the concoction she came up with removed the one she had and prevented others. No joke.
At any rate, she told me she had been meaning to call me because she had a dream I wrote something about Mental Health and it was critically acclaimed or something. I laughed SO hard. I hadn't even been discussing my strong interest in Mental Illness with her. I don't even mention all that I think about it HERE. I know it was just my mom making her one far-away baby feel special (it worked, made me smile). She told me to write two hours a day. I hate that I'm built this way, but it's always easier for me to do things with outside dictates. And I know I won't always do it. But now I feel pushed to make the effort simply because she said so. Like I said before: I'd make an interesting bottom were I into BDSM.
It doesn't matter if her dream for me comes true. I take comfort in it. I needed to hear that she's got such high hopes for me right now...
my mother,
dreams,
writing,
mental health