The Brick Doors

Date: 4/23/2018

All I remember is finding my mom in a room at some kind of public buildings, like a recreation center or a church, and she was this with this friend (who I’ve never seen before in my life but the idea of her reminded me of the mother’s friendship in The Book of Henry, of all things) My mom was either playing a game or watching a movie, and I came in as she was saying “It’s losing me now.” At some point, they’re watching prerecordings of my diary entries being written out across that screen . I didn’t make those recordings, and neither did they, but none of us seemed too bothered by it. They were primarily the entries that talked about my mom’s friend, whose name was apparently Donna, and the things my mom has said about her. They were straight and to-the-point, facts and life details, nothing particularly good or bad about anything being said, but I was still embarrassed that she was seeing it. After a while, the dream transitioned to all of us walking past a building. It said something on the side that made me question why it wasn’t just called the Science Church. It was a genuine question. We walk up to the front but the three doors and all the windows just led to a brick wall. I was about to call it and leave when my mom opened the middle door and pushed on the brick. It swung open on hinges and revealed a wide, obnoxiously white sitting room that looked a bit like a waiting area. My alarm went off before we got any farther.