I spent a lot of last night's dreaming trying to find my mother the angel. There were pictures of her, but they all had very featureless faces, nothing but contours. I kept crying because she had blood red eyes and no one believed me. There was more to it than that, and I'm sure I've seen some of the imagery in previous dreams. Overall it was very sad and pathetic. Which of course means I can't stop thinking about it. hmph.