So last night was my second night away from my parents at my college. I called my parents to tell them how my roommate was and everything like that. My mom then tells me the following dream she had:
I got a call in the middle of the night from Kansas State telling me that I needed to come back. They hung up before I could say anything. So we rush into the car leaving Kansas City without even getting our bags. So we drive the two hours to get to Manhattan trying to get in contact with someone at the school but nothing is going through. We go to the front desk of Moore Hall (my dorm building) and tell them what happened. They tells us to go up to your dorm room. So we go up to the elvator to your room and there on your bed and room exactly the way it's set up is three year old you rolling around the bed with a smile ear to ear and the gap seeming bigger than ever. The person in the room tells us that we left the wrong kid and they try to take you sister away. She tells them multiple times that she already graduated from college. They treat her as if she's a prisoner as they make her stay at K-State.
Yeah that is the dream my mom told me. It was so weird because a week earlier I asked her how she remembers me and she told me that to her I was still her toddler that had a missing tooth and was always smiling.