I had a dream last night. I was sitting on the far edge of my bed with my back to the door weeping. I was not me in the dream. I was my daughter as I was walking in to see me sitting there.
The me sitting there mumbled something incoherent.
“mom, why are you crying?”
“because I’m crazy” the me said.
“am I crazy mom?”
“yes baby you are”
“Is that bad?”
“no baby, everyone is crazy”