Fish and Twelve Years

A few weeks ago I had a dream about my mother. She had a large fish tank that had lots of orange yellow fish. Twelve years ago she put a heavy black plastic tarp over half the fish in the tank. Twelve years later I remove the plastic and look at the fish inside. They have turned white, skeletal and quite large. Compared to the healthy orange fish on the other side of the tank these white ones looked mutated. They looked dangerous and had oily blotches on their skin. Soon they started to join together again...but I am unsure what happens when they meet the healthy fish. Either they live to co-exist or they destroy them...

After talking to Judy about my dream, I think it means I should help her in some way. However, I also learned things about my mother that I did not know about. Certain things have changed all my opinions about who she is.

The relationship between me and my mother has been very difficult for a long time. I really have no intention of making things better. In my mind if I left her alone, she'd leave me alone. I am trying hard to forgive and forget, but I am not at that point right now.

God has given me a difficult task...

-Angela