Live Out Loud - Adventures of a mom

I introduced "Gilmore Girls" to my kids as we continue to run out of things to watch and as Covid 19 continues to run its course in this world. Watch the scene here   In the last episode, Lorelai Gilmore, the protagonist, makes a huge mistake at her father's funeral.  She catches herself drunk, in the middle of a session where people were asked to share their fondest memories of Mr. Gilmore.  Caught off guard, she utters insensitive anecdotes of how absent her father was to her in her early years.  The relationship between Lorelai and Mrs Gilmore had always been strained, and unresolved, but this really triggered what it seemed to be the end.  What follows are attempts to salvage what little was left through therapy and other events, but all in vain.  In the end, Lorelai embards on a journey and though it doesn't turn out to be what she had imagined, she does reach a summit and at that point she calls her mom to tell her which memory she really has of her dad:  on her

 I didn't sleep well last night.   My eyes were stubbornly unwilling to stay closed.   My heart was stubbornly unwilling to stop feeling.   My head was stubbornly unwilling to shut down. Instead, on on and off, all night long, my mind wanders to one word: DREAMS But when I go to my dreams, I find the room EMPTY Why is the room empty? Why can't I remember them? What were my dreams?    Is the pain, fear and disappointment I feel right now proof that dreams have been shattered? But if they are shattered, why can't I see bits and pieces of the dreams on the floor?   What exactly are those broken pieces on the floor? For the life of me, I couldn't name them all night long.  I just felt I was walking on broken glass.  I was still walking and moving, but I was also bleeding internally, hemorrhaging.   But I keep looking.  What exactly is broken?  I don't know. So this morning I went back to my own blogs and searched the word "Dream" a nd re-read some of my dreams