my mother and the weather

 

Yesterday I was reminiscing about my mother; then about my wife and my grandmother. And last night I had a dream about my mother. So God and the angels put my thoughts and those people into a dream that really didn't make any sense. My mom was talking to me about how to do something, but she was sitting in the sun and eventually a waiter came over and put sunscreen on her lips and said she needed to get out of the Sun. Then I rode a bicycle and she drove a car. I went to a university for her to find the meteorology class and get some papers. Then she showed up at the University. She was young and full of energy running up and down stairs. Some how the dream is sort of like my mother but not really.

In one short scene my grandmother was driving a convertible on packed snow and the car slid past the parking space. Some employees were mentioning she couldn't stop. I asked her if she wanted me to drive and she said yes. She nimbly hopped out of the front seat while I carefully walked around the car on the snowy ice.