Sunday morning, I woke up at 7am after having a dream about getting into a huge argument with my mother.

This morning, I woke up at 6:30am after having a dream about my mother dieing, but chatting to me, Six Feet Under style, as I prepared her body.

Meanwhile, my mother is on vacation, so I can’t check in with her in the way that you normally do after having TWO early-morning disturbing dreams about someone.