I had a dream last night that she was in a bed that was her bed, it looked like a condensed version of her room with those pictures of mothers holding babies. The other two lived there also, they could talk through the hall way and Jake told him it was enough. She had on a sweatshirt with Jesus as an angel on the front. It was blue and strange and I laughed at it. My mom was there but she was doing something else, maybe she had just made jake and I breakfast, something like that but Susan wanted to go out to breakfast, she just wanted us to go with her. He suggested someone, who they used to go out to breakfast with in Portland when they lived there ... I don't think they even lived there. But it was like she had just been away for a long time and had forgotten things that are here. It was her, her smile and laugh and hair. The only explanation I have is cold medicine.