I saw my mother in a dream last night.
She just did something like I wan’t there. I cried out loud, and at some point held and forced back my tears, seeing my father. Seemed like he didn’t see mother. …
I woke up, and saw a clock - 5:25. My father was having a breakfast and saw me woke up. He asked “Am I waking you up?”. I said “No, pop, it’s ok. Why are you having a breakfast so realy?”. “Oh, I need to go to a hospital this morning to get some pills”.
It’s way past midday. But I feel like I’m still in hazy mist. Everything is so unclear and unreal.