For a long while now I’ve been dreaming about my loved ones who have passed on. I’ve been dreaming about my Mother, and my Nona; my Mother’s Mother, my Grandmother. Sometimes I don’t want to wake up. I know it’s a dream, and that they’re dead, but I don’t want to wake up. I don’t want to leave. It can feel very real. There’s always a hint of panic because it’s a dream, and at any moment you can wake up. At any moment, someone you love could be gone from this world. I could be gone from this world. And that’s ok. There is a certain peace to be felt. Everything moves.