Close to five months after my mom died, and within a month or so of probably being about to receive my family’s share of her inheritance, I had this dream, the first dream I've had of my mother since she died.
In the dream, part of the inheritance was going to be this entire square block right in the middle of Manhattan, which was composed of a compound and grounds.
So I'm wandering around the compound checking it out, and I'm near a gate to the street, when the gate opens and in walks my mom with Aunt Elsie.
They've just been to a bass concert in a motel. I'm thinking Charles Mingus. That’s cool!
So here they are, my mom and Aunt Elsie, and I explain to my mother that this will probably be my last visit. I'm just tidying up affairs. And she says oh, no, not your last visit.
And I correct myself. Now that she seems to be alive or something, I guess it won't be my last visit. Just my last visit to tidy up affairs, but of course I’ll be back to visit.
Then my mother produces a key. It's a beautiful key. She has one just like it herself. It's a key for the gate. The key to her estate.
It's an old-fashioned, finely wrought key. The end that you put in the lock is filigreed with very fine detail work. She gives me my key, and she is holding her own key in her hand, and she's using it like a spoon to feed herself from a little yogurt container that she's holding in her other hand.
That’s all.
