My Pillow brings me nightmares, and I've been putting this dream off, once again, due to that. I was at a big shin-dig in a posh golden hall of sorts, bedazzled with crystal chandeliers and rich wooden furniture. My childhood friend and neighbor was there. His mother came in the front door with her hair done-up and a long winter coat dragging across the floor. I hugged her, and she was crying. I told her I was sorry that her daughter had passed away. My friend was worried that she was going to cause a scene. Like Mummy, she's been known to.
