I dreamed about Andrew last night.

I dreamed he and I were living together in a tiny apartment and not able to pay the bills. He had hopes of moving into his own place but just no money. We were struggling so much that we talked about moving home to live with my mom. Something we really didn't want to do but it seemed like our only option.

My mother passed away when I was 19 years old...4 years before Andrew was born. Dreams are strange.