Last night I dreamt, among less memorable things, that I was at home (presumably it was home; dream brain is bad at recreating real places so the layout was completely different; see next paragraph) and both Jon and Mom were there.

Mom was lying in bed in a place that felt like the Waltopia kitchen, and Jon had gone down to the basement to do something. He seemed relatively content, which I thought was good, because when he was alive, and in my dreams since he died last year, he always seemed kind of angry at the world (he and our civilization had some severe impedance mismatch, which I share, but not to his degree).

I was sitting and talking with Mom. I said something like "it's funny; Jon died last year, and you died a couple years ago, and yet here you both are, and Jon seems relatively content for a change."

Mom seemed to smile at that. Like she knew what was going on and was happy to see that I was catching on, too.

I must not have realized that I was dreaming, because in the back of my head I was cooking up theories about Jon being a zombie (a la Mr Slant from Discworld, who makes an appearance at the beginning of Jingo, which I am currently listening to).