Dreams 10.27.16

Was in an interior; lots of people seemed to be about.  My Dad and Mom were there; my Dad seemed to criticize my Mom for something she said, something I knew came from her tendancy towards anxiety. (Him doing that was highly unusual; ie, not something I recall seeing him do per se - I'd say that here, their usual behavioral roles were Reversed.) She withdrew momentarily, hurt, and I scolded him for having done that; essentially said he owed her an apology, that it hadn't been necessary. While he didn't explicitily, formally apologize, he started to tell her about this project he was working on (stained glass, presumably), something about being happy with this green element he'd managed to get the way he wanted it.  She started to return.  I had taken my Dad's hand; now I beckoned her closer with  my other hand, taking it to urge her closer, then as she came over to my other side, enfolded her in a full-body hug, the likes of which I don't think I ever gave her during her lifetime (we weren't the full body-hug type of family - partial, yeah, but not full-out standing type squeezy hugs)...

...and I cried...
...and I cried...
...and I cried...

...and I woke, crying, arms sort of semi-wrapped around myself, about 15 minutes before my alarm was due to go off.