I only tagged the story in this category because I wasn't too sure where else I could tag it in. Anyway, this story was when I was in an internship right after finishing my college days, which was already a little while ago.

For context, my mother was supposed to leave for like...5 days I think ? To see some people from our side of the family while I stayed at home with my stepdad. I noticed, while she was away, that life felt a little lighter along with me being an intern with some people that I honestly cherished a bit and had fun working with (though I did wish they'd reached out to me more because I was always the one that did first in the groupchat. Seeing that there was no communication when I wasn't the one that initiated a convo, I eventually dropped it, so there's that 🤷‍♀️). I don't know if I started reading into things a little too much and got a bit paranoid, but she came back home 2 days earlier than planned and I found it a bit weird. I think it's mainly because when she goes to visit our side of the family for 1 month, she usually stays for 1 month before coming back. She also gave me a shoulder bag that one of my aunts told her to gift to me, but since I was already using another shoulder bag that was competely fine and that I was happy with, I didn't use it.

What really got me was, when I was sleeping in my bed next to her that night (because at that time, I still had to sleep next to her in my room while my stepdad slept in theirs or vice versa), I had a dream where I was in my mother's room and having an argument with her about something. I don't remember what exactly, but at some point, she suddenly stopped and fell quiet. That's when she starts smiling at me like she was possessed by something. I was confused as fuck and concerned as hell, so I called out to her and asked her what was wrong. That's when she attacked me and got all close, so I obviously tried to get her off me. I don't remember if I just had a tug of war to get my arm back from her hold or if I was getting sucked in a spiral Junji Ito style, but I quickly told myself that I had to wake up, so I woke up. For some reason, I felt some sort of recoil upon waking up, but maybe that's really just the knee-jerk type of reaction when waking up from a nightmare.

I'm used to vivid dreams, so upon reflection, it doesn't actually scare me, but it does make me wonder what this dream could mean. I have a feeling that at least part of it, if not the entire reason for it to have happened, was because of my paranoia acting up a bit at that time. I still want to make sure to see what else it could potentially mean, so please feel free to tell me what you think. I hope y'all have a good day/night, and I'll see y'all around >3°

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