the day before mother’s day,
i had this dream about my mother i can’t stop thinking about…

so in the dream,
i was in leatherface’s basement in “texas chainsaw massacre“.
i was wandering around down there,
trying to find an exit,
and constantly running into dead ends.
as this is happening,
i am hearing people screaming and dying.
i was scared and hoping i wouldn’t be next to get a chainsaw up my ass.

Suddenly,
my mother appears out of nowhere.

i could feel her energy.
so i follow her as she leads me out of the basement.
as she is walking with me,
she is talking but i can’t make out what she is saying.
it sounded muffled.

once we were outside,
we were on this street and the sun was shinning bright in the background.
this beautiful pregnant black vixen with long locs walks by.
she had to be about 7 to 8 months pregnant.
she had on a dark blue dress and she was putting on gold earrings.
i have never seen this woman a day in my life.
either way,
my mother and i continue walking down the street.
that is when i wake up.
unfortunately:

My life feels like I’m in Bubba’s basement rn,
I’m lost and frustrated trying to find my way out,
and I don’t have my mother to physically hold my hand.

…but i felt like the dream was telling me help is on the way.