this morning's dream

so there we were, mother and me, in that big house on hillcrest (big for us), on thanksgiving, just the two of us. someone, maybe someone we know, came by to pick up someone else, maybe one of mom's grandkids. the driver might have been one of her former daughters-in-law. that person also borrowed a couple of sturdy blond chairs. it was a small car, filled to the brim. i told the woman about the priest at mother's church, and what he had done to my mother...how he essentially banned her from the church. that was when we went back to our old church, ten years ago. after the people left, i was alone with the dog and getting ready to write. i realized i must be dreaming (this entirely within the dream), because i told myself that we had not lived in that house for twenty years. mother was gone, but the little dog was still there. i looked in a desk drawer and found paper and pen.