I’m my mothers child.

Date: 10/10/2019

I was dreaming that I was a kid and my parents just moved into this large house. I was watching the movers come in and there were people fixing the house as well. I decided to venture around. I ran upstairs to look in my room. There were things in my room that didn’t belong to us. Bags of cloths and furniture but no toys. I looked out the window to see what the loud noise was about. They were putting in new cement floor outside, planting, and cleaning the outside of the house. I was wearing a warm hat over my head that kept covering my eyes. But I didn’t want to take it off. I went from room to room. I was curious to see how everything looks like before the furniture was moved in. The house looked so big and I was so tiny. I was a toddler. I was also beat footed. There were four other doors in the hallway, one was my sisters room. I just peeled inside. Another was the small bathroom her and I share. Then there was an office room. (My big brother didn’t exist in this lifetime tho I thought I thought of him in my dream wondering where he is.) There was a double door closet for the bathroom stuff. Then there was my moms room. She had a large room. It was beautiful. The sunlight hit it perfectly. She had her own bathroom, too. My mom walks in with a box and tells me to go downstairs. I run downstairs and everything is wooden. These men were coming in with boxes going to the right of the front door. There was an island to a room that had a square table. I run down the hall to the kitchen. There was another door to my left. I think it was the basement door. I passed it. The kitchen was beautiful open space to the family room. The house came with a square wooden table but only one wooden chair was there. The seats were long stools. I climbed the stool and into the table. I started jumping. I liked the feeling of the wood on my feet. I felt a breeze and noticed it was coming from another room that was in the left side of the house. I faced it for a moment to feel the breeze. Then I ran towards the left where there’s these large class doors. They were already open. I see children outside so I run to them. I see my little sister. (Jes) but she’s darker in skin color. Her hair is mixed. And I love her. I play with her. There are other people with us but I’m with her. My little sister. Tho, I felt we were twins. This man comes by with his daughter who’s on a bike. She says hello and waves and I say hi. The man comes to me and I give him a serious look. My sister on the other hand smiles. I talk to his daughter when I suddenly see her dad touching my sisters face clearing out an eye booger. I smack his hand off of her and say, “Don’t touch my sister.” I begin to clean the eye booger off her beautiful face and ask her if she’s okay. And I give her a hug. Suddenly my dream switch from me being that little girl to being with Andre moving boxes in the same home. I was watching our kids out through the window. I saw the man and his daughter and I watched my kids play. My son was ‘helping’ the men move things. Andre was directing people where to go and also moving boxes. It was warm and beautiful day. There were lots of people outside, some workers, a birthday party next door, and my family. Andre comes in the room and I cannot remember the conversation but I remember his eyes and his smile and the feeling I had in my heart. Then I woke up.