Hi! It’s me! Lily!
Last night I had… normal dreams. I don’t remember them. I don’t usually remember my dreams. I think that’s one reason that dream was so powerful. I remembered it.
If it weren’t for the Lily, I’d think it was just a dream, but that Lily came the same day. It can’t be a coincidence! Can it? How would that person in Washington know about the dream I had? That… that makes no sense. Something’s weird.
I keep remembering the look on her face. Such regret. Whatever happened, she truly regretted it.
Do I want a dog? I keep remembering Marie. Why named Marie? Does that mean anything??
I have so many questions! And no answers!
I talked to the psychologist. She didn’t seem too concerned about the content of the dream itself, but she did seem concerned with how it was affecting me. How do I feel about it? About maybe, maybe, actually remembering something?
And the truth is, I don’t know. What good does it do me to remember? I keep asking myself that. I like what I have now. What will remembering fix? What will it give me that I don’t already have?
I guess if I remember, I’ll find out.
I keep looking at that lily I got yesterday. It’s beautiful. And something about it…