[a pain not fading.]
A couple of weeks ago, I had a very odd dream. I was with a group of friends, in Japan, in a class making okonomiyaki. For some reason, I ended up in the room by myself, with the instructor. Suddenly, an old lady walked up to me, and said, "Good job. I'm proud of you." I started crying in the dream. My girlfriend shook me awake, nothing a change in my breathing pattern. I wiped my eyes, and realized I was crying. I was crying in my sleep. I vividly remember this lady. She was just a simple, old, Japanese woman, but she carried the aura of my Mom. ...I miss my Mom...