

Vang Vien, Laos
This morning I woke up in such a state and it was about my dream last night. I rarely have dreams about mum but I think all my thinking on the bus yesterday carried over into my subconscious. I dreamt that I heard a knock on the door of bests hill and it was mum. We gave each other a hug and she explained that the past five years were a mistake and she wasn't dead, she was just living somewhere else. I can't even type more about the dream because its too sad but ...