It took about two years for my unconscious to grasp that Mum was *dead*. Not coming back. When it did though, I never dreamed again that she was alive - not once in close to a decade.

Until Friday night, when I had a nightmare about failing you because Mum was having surgery at the same time and place, and I had to take care of her too.

Let's say it unison: Thanks, unconscious!:P

Sympathy!