the dream of my mother driving while dead
Well. That sure was a dream about my mother.
There was something about being in a remote wooded area with Jennie and playing some sort of game that involved breathplay. I was all, hey make sure there are scissors handy before I stick this noose on me, okay?
And then I was in a car with my mother driving around familiar parts of New Orleans. She was wearing one of the dark blue dresses I think she had for pretty much my entire life and used for slouching around the house. We talked some. And I was basically saying, I love you and I miss you, but you hanging around is just not helping me at all. I cried a lot. She was also really not driving very well; she was kind of worried when I pointed out that she was endangering me with all this bumping over curbs and nearly hitting phone poles and not paying attention to the other traffic.
And then we were on the Interstate and took a wrong turn and ended up jumping a ramp over the Superdome. I got to look down and see it passing below us. We stuck the landing, too. I do not know why the highways in dream New Orleans contain a ramp you can jump the Superdome with, but apparently they do. A moment after I was kind of annoyed we hadn’t had the sense to get out after landing and commemorate this rare occurrence with a photo.
Then I woke up, crying a lot.
I remember that not long after my father died, my mother told me she dreamed of riding a roller coaster with him. Somehow this puts me in mind of that.
Fuck mortality. I miss her.
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