My
stepsister was
on the phone upstairs with her
mother. I didn't know this, and picked up the phone.
They pulled me into the conversation, and
the long
and the short of it was that my stepsister invited
my
stepmother over (which was
fine by me). They
were both quite
happy and excited about the visit.
I put the phone down and looked over to my mother,
who had just sat down after cleaning the house. She
looked very tired and frazzled. (In reality, my mother
died when I was in high school, about 20 years ago,
and the woman who played my stepmother in the dream
was not my real stepmother, but a smaller, more
likeable woman.) I told her that the step was on
her way over. My mother said, "I wish she wouldn't
because I really need to rest."
What was amazing about this was her tone and the
quality of her voice. It was the first time she
had talked to me as one adult to another.