Mood

 I was making breakfast outside. Frankie was getting ready for work. It seemed a little like the cabin by the lake on Blood Road. There were lots of tall trees that had thick trunks. Max was outside playing and I was going to make pancakes outside. It was cold/winter but we weren't bothered by it. Max was playing with some neighborhood kids so I decided to walk over through the trees and check the situation out. The dad of one of the kids was really handsome and I introduced myself. We started talking and I saw Max grab the carton of eggs I had out and he smashed the eggs one by one. When I told him to stop he ignored me and kept going. Smashing them in his hands and then chucking the yolk on the ground. (I do sometimes have dreams about eggs that weird me out- maybe because of the fragility but also the strength the shells provide? Innocence? I dunno. I'm just spit balling here.) I smacked his butt for every egg he smashed (there wasn't anger behind this act- more like justice...?) and he had zero response. I started to cry explaining how I felt and he smiled at me and laughed. Then I was in a mall or a store of some kind. I was with people, family, maybe. We were walking around and browsing. I found myself in a wooden hallway. There was a little boy looking sad by himself on a bench. I approached him and asked him what was wrong. He said he felt like his family hated him because he was fat and lazy. I talked to him about his feelings and by the end of it, he had a plan worked out on how to get in shape and be proud of himself so that their words didn't hurt anymore. He was standing up tall and happy as he left.