"I tell you, if you could bottle eau de sales rep, it would smell of failure, Travelodges and three-day-old socks."
Beautiful, idn't it?
I don't usually remember my dreams. I do know that sometimes they last all night and are unsettling and odd, but not nightmares.
While I don't remember most of my dream last night, I do remember that my mother was in it. And, WOW, did she look great!
It was clear that I was dreaming of her in the present, but she looked to be in her late 30's, lightly tanned and fit. She was wearing a beautifully tailored black skirt, cream shawl-collared silk blouse with bands of olive and rust on the collar edge, sheer black hose, stylish high-heeled black pumps, ultra modern tortoise shell glasses, and had rich, shiny, thick auburn hair cut in a sleek bob. She looked sharp and professional. She looked happy.
I don't know why, but this brought me a great deal of comfort, and I woke up smiling.