Today I got up at six. In a dream, I asked someone how my mother was. I was anxious if she still felt abandoned by her daughters. She’d like to return her flat. She lived alone and had been hoarding tons of garbage all over her flat. We have already vacated her flat but she hasn’t known it. We will have to pay much money for restoration soon. But she doesn’t think she needs to pay for it. She hadn’t understood money before she had dementia. She liked to waste money but she didn’t understand she had to pay money back. I have to learn money for my mother. 
