Fitful vivid dreams all night. Some continuity, but disjointed as these things are.
The one I remember most, we are talking about music. Our cousin is there and I confess to him that I like the occasional indulgence of pop music.
She smiles at me and says, Mom, don't you know it's all part of your rock and roll lifestyle. She smiles at me again, so warm and with so much love that it breaks something in me, and I ask her, can I please have a hug? Please? She starts moving towards me and the alarm goes off.