Last night, I dreamt that my Mom and I were driving around my hometown on the east end of Long Island. We passed our home, my HS and my best friend's home. It was very vivid.
We seemed content, but I felt as if something was off. Suddenly I got a phone call saying that the bus company had tried to drop off my youngest son from school, but there was no one home to take him off the bus. We drove around frantically trying to find my house. It didn't dawn on me for quite a while that my home was in a town 200 miles away. Weird.