My mother has been gone from my life since September, 2010, but she is never far from my thoughts. In the dream, we are spectators at a “worldwide” exposition. Acres of exhibits and thrill rides await us, as if Disney World and Epcot had been joined. Somehow, we kept getting separated, sending me in a frantic search only to find her riding the roller coaster, or navigating a raft down a raging river. I had no idea how she managed to do this, given she was confined to her wheel chair, and when I asked, she patted my hand, and smiled, her expression full of courage and unbridled happiness.
Dreams are mysterious to me. Often, I am left shaking my head: now where did that come from? But this dream spoke with conviction. My mother was my # 1 cheerleader. She always knew what to say when I was full of doubt, or afraid. Now, I can only look at her picture, or find her in my dreams. I must remember to bake more often.