Why can’t we live inside of dreams?

Last night I had a dream that my mother was alive, She was hiding though. We went to a hotel… I don’t remember why now. It was a dump. It had an elevator and you could only enter from inside, but it was a dump just the same. We were staying in the same room as she was in. She left a mess, and a cat and the cat knew. When we checked in we didn’t know it was her room. It was like the last person to use it left in a hurry. Mess under the bed, bed unmade. We checked in and I knew she was there. How? We lode around. The neighbor came in. I don’t remember why. She commented on the last person to use the room. Made some noise and then left. She was dead, we had a funeral.

She faked it to be on her own. I can’t remember it now, but I can see it.

We found her. We tracked her down. I was a wreck. Why fake your own death? I was the only one who didn’t know. Even dad knew. He played along. Everyone knew. It took forever to figure this out and find her.

I am trying to remember, but I am stuck in the room.

We found her! We’re sitting at a table, waiting to eat. She is telling us why shed id it. I am weeping. I am at the same time so unbelievably angry and so incredibly relieved. I want to bring her home. She looks healthy! I don’t understand. I just keep repeating that I don’t understand. I remember a window. I remember she tells me why, but I can’t remember what she said. There was more, so much more. The kids keep talking and I can’t get quiet enough to bring it back. I woke up earlier and I was going to write it down, but I tried to go back to sleep so I could bring her back again. I should have written it down then. I can see it, but it’s slipping sway and I can’t bring it back enough to get it from my brain to my fingers.

What’s that line? A dream is a wish your heart makes? I don’t exactly need Freud to figure out this dream, I do wonder what brought it on though…