Before that I had two dreams that had many dead relatives. In the first, I was sitting in a darkened room, noodling on a piano, while my parents, my Aunt Jean and her husband played cards in another room. At one point I was talking to my cousin Tommy, who died from leukemia around twenty years ago.
In the second, I was Christmas shopping with my mother in a department store and we ran into her oldest sister Dorothy and her daughter there. At the end of one of the dreams I told my dad that I needed to set the alarm for 5:30 so I would not miss my doctor;s appointment, and he promised to see that I was out of bed then.
