I had a dream last night I was at a storage unit witha few friends and my Gramma. My mother appears out of no where w some random guy. It was strange

Especially bc she died 19 years ago. She looked like her, but slightly different and she was taller. Amazing to see someone you know…it really messed with my brain. The group was conversing in a circle just outside the garage door when she arrived. She approaches the group and says she didn’t die. She just disappeared for awhile. Everyone is in aw looking at her bc everyone there went to her funeral. It was silent with a mix of uncomfortable shifting and staring back and forth at one another. One of my friends mouths “What is happening?” when then my mother breaks into the center of the circle, lightly crouch-walking toward me with her hands out. She clasped my hands in hers, “ I am not dead. I am here.” She smiles. I look at her in shock. I missed that face. I dart my eyes over at the group, they’re just standing uncertain and watching. I notice the random guy. He was tall, lanky, wearing a leather jacket, slicked back hair and had a cig behind his ear. He was watching but keeping his distance slightly behind the group. My mother shakes my hands. I could feel cold metal. I look down at her and notice she’s wearing many rings… she had rings but I don’t recall them being this many I thought to myself. “I am here,” she says again. I look up from her rings to her eyes. She lets go of my hands.

Dramatically, she walks over to an old plaid couch we had previously dragged out of the storage unit. She lays down with one foot on the couch, and the other barely touching the ground. The back of her right hand was resting on her forehead and her left hand was stretched out toward the ground. She lay there staring passed everything into space as if she’d walk 40 miles non stop. Dramatic. Tall and lanky guy walks over to the side of the plaid couch and leans against it without making a sound. He’s just looking at us.

“ What are you doing here!?” a friend says. “ How could you do this!?” my Grandmother says. Energy is building, but Mother doesn’t break her pose. We’re all just looking for answers. All of us confused. Tall and lanky smirks. He puts the cig from his ear to his lips. He lights it with a big metal lighter. Blows smoke. People arrive loudly at the storage unit a couple units down. They set up a table and immediately start sorting things out on it. My group turns to look at them a for a moment, but then return their focus to the couch. Warm smelly smoke fills our lungs as it curls into our nostrils.

Mother is now sitting on one half of the couch. She’s shaking her curls. She’s shaking her head while looking at the ground. “ I’m here. I faked my death,” she looks up at us, “ I left. It was the way I thought I could leave at the time. Don’t be mad at me. I’m back now. I want to see all the things I have missed.” With those words tension builds in my chest. Mother looks at my friends and the items we have pulled out. My throat feels dry. You can tell she’s oddly eager to touch the items. I walk toward her. I can’t open my mouth. She speaks again “I’m sure your life was wonderful. You had a good life with out me, so it’s all okay now. I’m back to start over with you. I love you.” I’m at a loss for words. My eyebrows furrowed. I start to tingle in my limbs. I can’t get my voice to work. She’s looking at me. My Grandmother then comes over to my side. “Tell her,” my Grandmother says. Gramma stomps her foot, “Tell her. Go on.”

“ I lived a sad life. I lived a sad life!” I said. “ You were gone. My father abandoned me right after. I lived a sad Life!” Something clicked inside of me and this massive feeling shot through my whole body. “ I lived a sad life With Out You. Abandoned!” Mother starts to squirm. She looks puzzled staring back and forth between my Grandmother and I. Mother was at a loss for words as if this was new information, as if she imagined this encounter to go differently. My Mother did not simply leave on a whim.

A howling cry suddenly came from the unit a few units down. We all look. I saw red hair glistening in the sun. It was Sara. Ben’s Sara . She was holding a jean jacket crying “ I’m not sure if I should keep this or not,” she says between tears. “Keep it for a little while longer then” the girl next to her says. “ I have to clean this unit out” she replies… Ben unfortunately died in a biking accident 2 years go. Sara is my friend. Ben was my friend. Of course we all supported Sara when we found out about Ben in her time of need. Death of a loved one is painful. Death is also more than just disappearing …

In a flash I turn back and stare at Mother. My eyes still furrowed and that feeling still fuming off my skin. [i]Get out of here.[/i] The feeling aimed at her said. Death is more than just disappearing I barely moved my lips. Mother gets up and awkwardly runs off, with Tall and Lanky a few paces behind her.

That was not My Mother. That was an imposter caught in an act to mess with me. Even a “dream imposter” should know to do better research and should know better than to mess with the Truth. I look up at the sky and picture My Mother’s face in my mind. “I will always love you. I will always remember Your face. Rest In Peace.”

~;*+ Happy Mother’s Day +*;~ 2025 ~;*+~