You kno, I was talking to my mom today. It was a really random discussion. First we talked about believing in god, then miracles, then spooky things that happen to us that can't be explained.

My mom had a dream about her family. She was sitting in the hallway and her family from the phillipenes kept asking, "are you coming home?" she had this recently, and she thought that they wanted her to come home so that she can celebrate the 1st year anniversery of my grandpa's d-day (death).

Her brothers were saying "Where is ma? is she coming?" (ma reffering to my grandma). My mom looked behind her and she didn't see her mom. Then (dream ending) my mom is still asleep and she smells smoke and cigarrettes. She goes downstairs (sleepwalking) and wakes up. She couldn't smell the smell anymore but had a lingering feeling that her dad was there. Then she remembered that his d-day was febuary 19th (18th in the u.s) and it was coming soon.

When I heard the story I suddenly got really depressed and stopped talking. I just sat there listening to escape the fate while pouting.....It was really randumb.