My stepsister was on the phone upstairs with her mother. I didn't know this, and picked up the phone. They pulled me into the conversation, and the long and the short of it was that my stepsister invited my stepmother over (which was fine by me). They were both quite happy and excited about the visit.

I put the phone down and looked over to my mother, who had just sat down after cleaning the house. She looked very tired and frazzled. (In reality, my mother died when I was in high school, about 20 years ago, and the woman who played my stepmother in the dream was not my real stepmother, but a smaller, more likeable woman.) I told her that the step was on her way over. My mother said, "I wish she wouldn't because I really need to rest."

What was amazing about this was her tone and the quality of her voice. It was the first time she had talked to me as one adult to another.