squirrel

I dreamt that I was in a room of the house I grew up in. It had two stories though. I was on the second and a large squirrel came in the window. I put out my hand and it crawled up my arm and held on to me. It wasn't afraid, but I could feel that it knew that didn't belong there. I looked out the window and my mom was outside. I called out to her to see what to do about the squirrel.She said to go ahead and put it in its cage. She looked younger, she felt independant of me as if she had never been a mother. It was cold feeling, but also interesting. I could look at her as a free being, not someone with a built in role. I walked down the stairs to let the squirrel outside and felt good that the squirrel would feel in its proper place.