Don'tcha luv this pic? I do. We are camping and snuggling and it was just one of those perfect moments.
I was thinking about dreams today. I am not one of those who believes that if I dream about a pineapple it means I am getting a new job or if I dream about an airplane it means a stranger is coming to town. But I do suspect that dreams are a reflection of what is milling about in our minds. I've come to that conclusion lately.
I dream about my mom A LOT. In every single dream, I am stunned and excited and thrilled that she didn't die after all. She feels terrible that such an awful mistake was made and I had suffered so much grief. We talk and hug and laugh and it's like spending an afternoon with her. I know these dreams should make me feel better but waking up sure is hard sometimes.
I dream about people I haven't seen in a long time. I dream about people that I went to school with and they look just like they did back then and gee, so do I. Being skinny and young again is nice but it makes for a rude wake up call when I get up in the morning.
I dream about my kids. I dream about my oldest daughter and we are laughing and talking and hugging and hanging out like we used to many years ago. It feels really good because I miss it more than I can say. I often dream that something terrible is happening to one of my kids. One has disappeared or has been hurt or kidnapped or something else dire. I am always trying to make a phone call and can't remember the number and get so frustrated. I wake up in a panic.
I dream about work. I am talking to an editor or writing a book or getting another assignment. Sometimes that is very helpful because I wake up with a new idea or my introduction already written in my head.
And then there are THOSE dreams. The ones that make NO SENSE WHATSOEVER no matter how you look at it. They are wild and erractic and crazy and stupid and puzzling. But they are also fun to lie in bed and remember in the morning and wonder what you ate, read or talked about that possibly spurred THOSE images.
Dreams. Funny things. Poignant. Make me cry, make me laugh. Can't imagine life without them.
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I woke up about fifteen minutes ago from a dream about trying to return an item I bought at Goodwill to a store in the mall.
I tipped the container up on end to get it through the door of the store, and a bunch of yellow plastic measuring cups and some string fell out of the side.
I'm worried now that it means I'm going to encounter a pineapple.
Can you shed any light on this?
Ami,
Loved you comment. Chuckled through the afternoon on that one. hehe
Bev
Tami,
Where did you find her? I think I like her!!
Bev
She is my buddy out here on the west side of the country. She's a peach, lemme tell ya. What I wouldn't give to get all three of us in the same room at the same time. What fun we'd have.
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