Last Night’s Dream

Last night’s dream woke me up in the wee hours of the morning. In my dream, I was standing on the front porch of my parents’ house looking out into the front yard watching a crew of people digging up old family heirlooms that belonged to my Pappy. We had his tackle box and a toolbox. Someone decided it was ok to bring the dirt-covered items inside the house making a total mess on the floor. That was my first red flag; I knew my mother would not be pleased with that decision.