Mother is coming through the door just as I stumble into the kitchen looking for coffee. It’s convenient that her shifts end just as mine begin, mostly because it means we actually get to see something of each other.
“Evening Ma, how was work?” She looked fairly pleased, so I was hoping that it would have been a nice productive day. If she had had a good day at the shop then she would be more willing to aid me with my dream searching.
“It wasn’t too bad. We got enough money in the till to tide us over for another week or two; a few more days like today wouldn’t hurt us at all.” Things have been tight recently for everyone. I’m genuinely glad that things in the shop are picking up. “And, I was able to find those books you asked for. There weren’t many but I picked up the ones that might be useful. There’s one by Freud here that apparently gives great insight into the subconscious mind and what it’s telling us about ourselves and our repressed state. Could be handy. Not that I understand at all why you’re so interested in dreams all of a sudden.”
“It’s mostly something to do while I’m at work” I lied “The shifts begin to drag in the last few hours and I’m often at a loss for what to do. This will keep me nice and busy for a few days” Ok, there was some truth in that part. I didn’t like lying to mother, but I had no idea how to tell her the truth. I wasn’t even sure of the truth myself at that point. I made the decision to tell her everything, once I knew what everything was.
“How long do you have until you have to head to work?”
“Well, it’s six now, and my shift starts at eight, so I guess I have about an hour to kill before I need to start walking” I could have gotten a bus into work, but I liked the walk, it was peaceful and we lived in a nice enough area of London that it wouldn’t be dangerous.
“Do you want to start looking now? I can give you a hand if you like. I don’t have anything but the ironing to get on with tonight, and that can wait an hour” Bless her. I really think she would have helped me with anything, no matter how stupid she thought it was. It was a great excuse for us to spend time together, so I wasn’t going to turn it down, especially as it would be productive.
“That sounds like a great plan, thanks Ma. I’ll put the kettle on” Books, tea, and spending time with her daughter. This should hopefully make a good day better, for the both of us.
“So, this is as new to me as it is to you Lila, where do you want to start?” This is the part I hadn’t given much thought. I had no idea what I was actually looking for.
“I really don’t know Ma. I just wanted to see if there was anything particular about seeing paintings in dreams, or maybe seeing a work colleague frequently? I know he’s not working with me but he is at work. That and anything else that jumps out at us.” I had hoped that she would have some ideas, but the fact that we were both in the dark almost made it more fun. We were finding things out together again, just like we had when I was a kid and we both had to learn to sign together.
“Well then I guess we’ll just have to open a book and see what we come up with.” She seemed genuinely happy at the prospect of doing this with me. It made me feel slightly guilty that I didn’t spend more time with her when we both enjoyed the others company so much.