Ummmmm, Alright

Sunday night: I dreamed that I was in a large body of water. I want to say it was a lake or a large pond, or even a pool. It was only waist-deep. I submerged into it.... I sat down at the bottom, with my knees up to my chest, and my arms at my side. I couldn't move; the best way to describe it would be to imagine a heavy, wet mattress wrapped around me. Even when I struggled, I couldn't move a muscle, but it felt different than it would if I were frozen that way. It was strange. I couldn't move. I was under water, and I couldn't move...

Monday night: I dreamed that mom was dead. It wasn't so much the focus on the dream. The dream was about surviving without her, I guess. I was trying to figure out what to do with dad. He could take care of himself, but I couldn't let him just be alone. I wanted someone to take care of him. Of course, he's not alone at all. He has my brothers there, but it's not the same. I kept asking him to move in with tio Reyes. I wanted him to have company. Otherwise, it meant I would have to live there. He ended up living with tio Tomas, which was weird.... it wasn't right.

Tuesday night: I dreamed that Ruben and Mercedes were having an argument, and Ruben was drunk. He was wasted. She was arguing with him, probably about being so drunk, and he lifted his hand to hit her. I stepped in and told him to back off. I distracted him. I said something, but I can't remember what it was. What ever it was, though, it made him walk to the bathroom to look in the mirror. As he was walking away, Mercedes was quietly jumping and clapping in relief and gratitude that I was able to stop him from hitting her. He saw her through the corner of his eye, though, and forgot all about looking in the mirror. He was going to hit her, but I didn't let him. He ended up beating me up, instead.....