I walked in to have a quick visit, and straight away I felt down and depressed, everything was cluttered, dyfuncional, and dirty. I went to the kitchen through the laundry, the fridge was in the laundry how it use to be, I turned and saw my best friend, she was standing at the lounge room hall doorway, holding on to the doorway, quiet sad, and her teenage son was being rude and nasty to her from the lounge room.
I was looking for some bread to make lunch and I was told to look in the freezer. I found some bread in the freezer but it was full off, covered in blue mould.
There were dirty dishes everywhere and nothing was put away. I looked and saw two little baby girls (vintage looking babies), one was in the dinning room in a low highchair push right up to the wall with her facing the wall, and a iPad in front of her the other was the same but was in the loungeroom the same facing really close to the wall. I felt they were very neglected.
Back in the kitchen at the sink and I looked where the kettle goes and saw about a pile of a child’s paintings (line strokes and colours like a preschool kid had done) I noticed they were done by my daughter. There was marks on the left hand corners marked in red pen. With gradings such as 8 out of 8, 9 out of 9, but one was 7 out of 8 but the 7 got crossed out and upgraded to 8 out of 8. When I noticed how well she had done I felt very happy and so proud of her.
Then she came up the hallway and she was on her way out to work, she said to me there was bread in the fridge. She was all confident and doing her hair as she was telling me. The bread from the fridge was fresh thick white loaf of bread. I knew my mum was in the house but did not see her in the dream. My daughter did not live in the house but she was just getting ready there.