[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... 

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