I had a dream two nights ago and I told my Mom about it last night.
In my dream, my Mom, myself, and my brother’s girlfriend were supposed to go to Montreal. Our flight was at 6pm. My mom was in the kitchen cooking (specifically, she was chopping red peppers). My brother’s girlfriend said that she had to go to the Rogers Centre for some reason…she had to pick something up. I agreed to go with her, but let her know that it was already 4:30pm and we had to get to the airport soon. She told me not to worry. My Mom said she would meet us at the airport.
We got to the Rogers Centre at around 4:45pm or so (not really possible from my house…it would take at least 30-45 minutes, depending on traffic). I told my brother’s girlfriend that we needed to leave…we were going to miss our flight. She told me not to worry. Finally, at 5:15pm, we got into her car and drove to the airport. We got to the airport at 5:30pm (again, not possible-too far).
We went to the ticket counter- we were too late. They refused to let us in and they told us that we were too late for the flight. The flight was leaving in half an hour, and by the time we got through security, got checked in, etc., it would be too late. I was crushed, especially since my mother was already through security and stuff and was already on the plane.
That was the end of my dream.
My mom responded by saying “Well, I guess that particular journey wasn’t the journey for me.” I sat there, sipping on my slurpee, pondering that statement. My mom continued by saying “Besides, that would never happen. I would never leave you. I would never get on that plane without my baby. Never, never, never”.
My mom and I were in the living room. I was sitting on a rocking chair and she was sitting on the floor in front of the couch. I looked down. I didn’t want her to see me cry. What she said triggered something in me and it touched me deeply. I don’t know how to describe it.
I love my parents.