Last night I dreamed that my mother died. I was in a strange city, and I found this out. For some reason I was alone, and didn't have anyone to call. I cried, then I found this guy, and tried to hook up with him, but he let me know that he was just passing through town. I then found out that my mother's house with everything in it, was going to be sold within 24 hours. I cried because I was about to loose everything, including the old photo albums, things my mother gave me, and those wonderful little reminders of when life was a bit more peaceful. Then I woke up.