I go into the guest bedroom and the bed is made up as usual with an ancient pink flannel blanket. Near the pillow there are several items which I know my mother had left (mom uses the guest bedroom for knitting and such) and I start to pick things off the bed. An old radio, a calculator, pen, reading glasses. I notice a dark stain near the pillow, but don't give it much thought. Through the open door I see dad making up the bed in another bedroom, and I say "didn't you recognize Briana?". He doesn't look up, his back is to me, he tersely says "No" and continues to make the bed.
I wake up, and it's 6:25 am. I am hoping nothing has happened to Briana in real life. I figure I would get a phone call if anything had. Or email if it wasn't major. I'll check email when I get up for real in an hour or so.
Back to sleep, and the dream picks up from where it left off. But all that happens is I finish clearing off the bed, leave the room, and hear Briana go inside the guest bedroom and shut the door.
