Dreams Of Confusion And Certainty

The Mirror, Thomas Francis Dicksee

I dream a lot about my mother now. I am always running toward a house that is burning, and I know that she is inside, sleeping, burning off a drunk, escaping through alcoholic fumes. I realize that she is about to die in a fire that she set herself, but I keep running toward that house, and I tell myself that I’ll save her body, and then I’ll save her mind. I’ll get her to thinking straight. I’ll get her to face life sober and…