Happened again last night. Another weird dream.
Much of it has now faded, but I remember that my mother, my father, and I were all living back in the house in which I grew up. I could see Mother clearly, and I remember her telling me that she and my father were getting a divorce (
My parents did not divorce; they were married 40 years when my mother died.). Then I went to meet my father at a big old Victorian house, where he had to meet someone to whom he owed money. There was a large room in the house where people were sitting around on folding chairs listening to a man and a woman play music on violins. I didn't want to disturb the concert, but I couldn't find my father. I went outside the house, to the front lawn, which had a large circular driveway, and I realized that my dad had left without me. I tried to call him on my cell phone, but I couldn't get him to answer his cell phone.
Tell you what, I had no weird dreams--no dreams at all that I remembered--the whole of the short time I was visiting OCD.
