Besides there being explosions of a tire store across the street from the building I was in, waiting on something...don't remember what...seemed like Star Toyota or the inside of some kind of "car" place...I got up and walked down a crowded hall with pictures. One of the pictures was of myself and my mom. I think I was about 5 years old. My mom looked absolutely beautiful.
We were somewhere sunny, I was looking at her and she was cracking up with her head thrown back. Then the picture moved. It was a movie. I was watching myself and my mom and I couldn't move nor breathe for what seemed like for.ever.
It really disturbed me, saddened me, maddened me, hurt me, touched me and backhanded me all at the same time.
Onward.
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