I was at my mom's house but it wasn't her house. In fact, I don't think we lived there either. She sat on the couch flipping through a magazine. She showed me an article she was reading and she took out a vial with rose scented oils.. and she revealed to me that every time she thought about my grandma she would smell roses, so she carried that vial with her as a reminder of those moments. I understood and felt saddened that I had not dreamt of my grandmother for a while and could vaguely remember my last dream with her. I rode a car to miami. I was in the back seat. We drove past sun life stadium. It was monumental and empty. I took a few snapshots, could not believe my luck.
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