The Importance of Getting Home

I dreamed the whole bathroom scene. The stall, the giggling, the door, the wack, the baby bottle. I was still in bed, like I'd never gotten up. Hannah was still asleep. Her suitcase was closed. There was no doll on my bed. What was going on with me? A chirping sound may be jumped. My mom's picture flashed across the screen. She was absolutely hysterical,. telling me that I needed to come home, that there'd been an accident involving my dad. He has a history of heart disease so my mind just went to the worst possible scenarios - picturing him in a hospital all hooked up to machines. Please, just come