In case there’s any doubt in how I’m dealing lately…I had a dream that all my dead family came for Thanksgiving dinner <at my grandparents home in Forestville> and we didn’t have enough food to serve and I had to go out and look for more and there wasn’t any.

Also I’ve never had more dreams of all my dead family…2020 is messing with my foundation. And deeply buried childhood traumas and loss

So the dream was really out of place. Even the house it was at…was the one when I was little, they moved from that house to another and we had several holidays there. So weird.