Dream about my moms house

* i didn’t used to be able to dream about it without being horrified, then slowly i started to dream about being in her room and it’s dark and gloomy and dusty & that i’m helping her clean it up, then it kept getting more and more ‘normal’ looking and now, like this morning, it looked like her regular old room before i saw her being stabbed in it. so fascinating. time and processing changes so much, anyway…

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