I was someone else in this dream. I was older. I know this because I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror and I had wispy brown, but silvery hair. I somehow knew that I was between 45 and 55 in this dream. Because of how my body felt, which was frail and feeble, but also by how I looked, with my graying hair. I was shorter as well, maybe just barely 5 foot. Because of the mirror placement in the bathroom, all i could glimpse of myself was the top of my head. I was thin and smaller. Older and tinier was I. I also was aware of the fact that I was a mother in this dream, to two teenage children. A boy who was festively wearing a Hawaiian lei about his neck. And a girl who was quieter but dazzling. The kids had just thrown a small party with some friends and it was getting late and dark out so we were bidding the last of the friends goodbye and goodnight. My two kids and I were the last to remain in the...