In the Dream:
We haven't had rain in such a very long time, that when I woke up around what felt like 8 or so in the morning to the sound of rain outside the window, it was like music. I quickly raised the blinds to make sure it really was rain, and was delighted to see that it was indeed, and at a steady downfall at that. I was so excited that I woke up my husband to tell him the good news. He, too, was delighted at the unexpected change in weather. There was just one small problem.
We couldnt tell what time it was. Apparently, as we slept, the storm had caused a power failure. Although the power had come back on, all the clocks in the house were reset (excepting, of course, the microwave, whose clock had still not been set from the previous power outage. I'm quite lazy when it comes to setting the microwave clock). Our TV is broken, and so we have no access to any channels to see the time, and the storm was blocking our satellite reception so we also could not get online to check. Curiously enough, the storm was so thick that even our cell phones lost reception, and were still showing that it was about 1 AM (which, seeing as how we could tell it was at least morning, because the sun had clearly risen at some point, was obviously wrong). As I said previously it FELT like it was about 8 AM, but I find that often times I am off by quite a bit when it comes to guessing the time.
So, without knowing what time it was, all we had to go by was the fact that it was at least morning. As we were rising for the day, it popped into my husband's head that we might want to run outside and make sure there is nothing important out there that really shouldnt be getting wet. We threw on some clothes and boots, and ventured out into the rain, scouring the yard for any power tools or other electronics that need to come indoors. I dont remember if we found any, must not have been too important anyways, but I do remember finding birds.
In the backyard, we had a cage of young pheasants, who were none too happy to be getting soaked to their little bones. It was a carrying cage, so it was small with a wire roof (which meant nothing to shield them from the rain and wind). It was a sad sight to behold; a few of them had already died and the rest were attempting to huddle together for warmth, their feathers all matted together. My husband took the cage and found a safe home for them in a brooder, with a roof and a heat lamp, and all we could do was pray they made it through till the following morning (if they could survive the recovery, they would make it).
After securing the animals and anything that needed protection from the storm, we came back inside, only to find absolutely nothing to do. We were completely cut off from the world, really. No TV, no phones, no internet... luckily we did at least still have power. So we sat back on our bed, my sister still asleep in her room, our youngest still sleeping in his bassinet, and our toddler just waking up in our bed. The three of us laid there, just talking and gazing out the window, for quite a few hours, always checking the phones here and there to see if we had reception yet. It was a very long day, and even by the time many hours must have gone by, the sun was at the same point outside. It still looked as if it was 8 AM... like we were destined to stay cut off from the world together forever. But at least we had rain, which we desperately needed, and at least we had each other.
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What it means:
Well, we do need rain very much, so it seems obvious that I'm wishing for rain. However I also know that in a really good storm, our internet goes out until the skies clear up a bit, and occasionally we even lose signal to a few TV channels (we dont have cable, so its just the 10 channels we get on the air). But yes, in actuality our TV is broken, so we cant watch anyways. And yes, we only have one TV in the house that can get any channels. We have a second TV on the backporch that works very well, except its analog and we dont have a converter box. We had a TV in the bedroom, but we turned it into a computer monitor instead since we never actually watched TV when we were in the bedroom anyways. There's only a few shows on TV that we ever watch, so we only needed the one TV. What we mostly watch is movies, and both of our computers can play them, and we have a portable DVD player that our son takes to whichever room in the house he wants to be in at that time. So I'm not too surprised that in the dream, we couldnt use the TV. It would have felt like a last option anyways. As for the cell phones not working, well, that is just a fear I have. It's not something I'm constantly afraid of, but my phone is the one form of communication to my family that I always have with me, and its the one clock that I will always have. For that not to be working... that's when I really felt cut off from the world. And I am very afraid of that, because if something were to happen all the way out here in the country where we live, I would very much need that line of communication. The young birds dying in the rain is another fear we have, because it happens all too often, even to the animals in covered cages. The ground holds just enough water to ensure the animals are sufficiently soaked, and many of the smaller birds exposed to it will die without dry ground and heat. It's a very sad thing to happen, and as much as we need rain, I am afraid for quite a few of our birds because a large number of them are still very young, having just been hatched in the last few months.
I am very happy to see myself dreaming of being content to curl up with my family and just talk and hang out though. We try to get in a bit of family time before bed each day, where my husband and I sit down with both our boys and play with them, and it's adorable to see our 2 year old tickling our 2 month old. It's even more adorable for the 2 month old to get a huge smile when he does it.
I guess I dreamed of this because we have been SO dry lately, that it only seems natural to go from one extreme to another; to go from a burn ban and a drought, to a rainstorm that lasts for days, and is so thick that all signal is blocked. I still hope for rain, but now I also hope that it wont be this bad. I want a nice, long, constant rainshower that will soak everything without drowning animals, and without cutting us off from the world. I have not known a storm yet that could block my cell phone reception, and I'd not like to start now.
Friday, July 22, 2011
Friday, July 8, 2011
Not My Guineas, Grandma!
In the dream:
We were still living in this house, but my husband's grandma was living here with us. She is the kind of person, in my opinion, that you have to walk on pins and needles around. You have to be careful of what you say and do, because much like The Godfather she is a person you do not want to piss off. Not that she would have anyone killed, but the house we are living in belongs to her and there is always the fear that she will tell us to get out. Besides, I try to be as calm and passive around my husband's family as possible, since I do not want to cause any problems between anyone and my husband, regardless of what I think about someone or a situation. It's not my place in his family.
So we're all sitting down one evening to eat dinner, and his grandma seems strangely friendly that day. She's being talkative and laughing, and we're all getting along and the mood in the room is very upbeat and light. My husband and I shared a glance, as if each asking each other what has gotten into her that she's so happy and NICE. Then I see it: she has an empty bottle of vodka on her side table. This woman was DRUNK.
So immediately I begin my paranoia trip. What did she do that made her feel the need to be too drunk to remember it, or too drunk for us to reason with her? What did she do?!
Then I start to hear them. Vehicles, helicopters... I see spotlights flashing through the windows... I just know this is her doing. I run out the back door, a spotlight blinds me and throw my arm up to block the bright lights. As I lower my arm, everything comes into view. There are black vehicles, cars and vans and jeeps. There is a crane, and they are on the other side of the barn lifting pallets of individual bird boxes over into our yard. There are people in black Mission Impossible outfits carrying various things around, a lot of them with walkie talkies and speaking in code. I see an important looking woman, and i walk over to her. What is going on?!? I'm screaming it, and freaking out.... she tells me they are here for my birds. I am out of regulation on the number of Guineas I can have per square foot on my property or something, she used big words and spoke all "official" so I'm not entirely sure what she said. I turned back to go into the house and almost ran into my husband, who tells me... "She did this... she called them because she said they were annoying her, and she couldnt sleep at night. They're here to take your guineas. I'm sorry." I don't understand because in the dream, I may have hundreds of guineas, but also in the dream, my husband has hundreds of pheasants.
When I turn back around to look out over the yard, suddenly the view changes and it's like im in someone's garage, or maybe a mechanic's car garage, and the garage door is open and the view outside is of my backyard, with special agents running around with nets, shoving guineas into individual cages and stacking them back onto the pallets. All of our birds are still roosting, despite the loud noises and lights, and it is just too easy for the agents to steal my birds right off the roosts.
I beg them, please, let me keep my birds... but no one hears me. So I ask the important looking woman, "I know you cant take them all-- how many can I keep?" Her reply: "Two."
At this point in time I must mention that they are taking away upwards of 200 guineas. In actuality I only have 9 adult birds and 72 keets. In my mind, even in the dream, I think of my 9 birds and I tell them I want to keep my purple one and a lavender. They hand me two individual bird crates, each with a very sad ruffled guinea. I stand there, tears streaming down my face, with two caged birds, and my husband standing next to me with his arm around my shoulders. Behind me, his grandma sits in a chair in the living room, rocking back and forth, and laughing quite maniacally.
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What I think this means:
I think it's a combination of my fear of my husband's grandmother and my worry that my favored guineas wont make it through the heat of summer, that I will lose them. They are doing great though, the adults are free range and care for themselves, and we haven't lost a single keet yet. But why I had this dream last night, I have no idea. Scary. *shudder*
We were still living in this house, but my husband's grandma was living here with us. She is the kind of person, in my opinion, that you have to walk on pins and needles around. You have to be careful of what you say and do, because much like The Godfather she is a person you do not want to piss off. Not that she would have anyone killed, but the house we are living in belongs to her and there is always the fear that she will tell us to get out. Besides, I try to be as calm and passive around my husband's family as possible, since I do not want to cause any problems between anyone and my husband, regardless of what I think about someone or a situation. It's not my place in his family.
So we're all sitting down one evening to eat dinner, and his grandma seems strangely friendly that day. She's being talkative and laughing, and we're all getting along and the mood in the room is very upbeat and light. My husband and I shared a glance, as if each asking each other what has gotten into her that she's so happy and NICE. Then I see it: she has an empty bottle of vodka on her side table. This woman was DRUNK.
So immediately I begin my paranoia trip. What did she do that made her feel the need to be too drunk to remember it, or too drunk for us to reason with her? What did she do?!
Then I start to hear them. Vehicles, helicopters... I see spotlights flashing through the windows... I just know this is her doing. I run out the back door, a spotlight blinds me and throw my arm up to block the bright lights. As I lower my arm, everything comes into view. There are black vehicles, cars and vans and jeeps. There is a crane, and they are on the other side of the barn lifting pallets of individual bird boxes over into our yard. There are people in black Mission Impossible outfits carrying various things around, a lot of them with walkie talkies and speaking in code. I see an important looking woman, and i walk over to her. What is going on?!? I'm screaming it, and freaking out.... she tells me they are here for my birds. I am out of regulation on the number of Guineas I can have per square foot on my property or something, she used big words and spoke all "official" so I'm not entirely sure what she said. I turned back to go into the house and almost ran into my husband, who tells me... "She did this... she called them because she said they were annoying her, and she couldnt sleep at night. They're here to take your guineas. I'm sorry." I don't understand because in the dream, I may have hundreds of guineas, but also in the dream, my husband has hundreds of pheasants.
When I turn back around to look out over the yard, suddenly the view changes and it's like im in someone's garage, or maybe a mechanic's car garage, and the garage door is open and the view outside is of my backyard, with special agents running around with nets, shoving guineas into individual cages and stacking them back onto the pallets. All of our birds are still roosting, despite the loud noises and lights, and it is just too easy for the agents to steal my birds right off the roosts.
I beg them, please, let me keep my birds... but no one hears me. So I ask the important looking woman, "I know you cant take them all-- how many can I keep?" Her reply: "Two."
At this point in time I must mention that they are taking away upwards of 200 guineas. In actuality I only have 9 adult birds and 72 keets. In my mind, even in the dream, I think of my 9 birds and I tell them I want to keep my purple one and a lavender. They hand me two individual bird crates, each with a very sad ruffled guinea. I stand there, tears streaming down my face, with two caged birds, and my husband standing next to me with his arm around my shoulders. Behind me, his grandma sits in a chair in the living room, rocking back and forth, and laughing quite maniacally.
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What I think this means:
I think it's a combination of my fear of my husband's grandmother and my worry that my favored guineas wont make it through the heat of summer, that I will lose them. They are doing great though, the adults are free range and care for themselves, and we haven't lost a single keet yet. But why I had this dream last night, I have no idea. Scary. *shudder*
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
The Storm Approaches
Last night's dream must have been a foretelling; there is no other explanation. However, for you to understand why I believe this to be true, I must first give you a brief summary of what is going on in my life at this time.
My dad and stepmother are in the process of divorcing. Regardless of who is living where and who gets along with who, my husband will be leaving today to pick up my younger sister from Florida. Yesterday, my stepmother wrote to me that unless certain plans were laid out within the next 24 hours of her letter, my sister would not be able to go at all. Those were the exact words I had been dreading for the past 6 months; that somehow someone would tell me that I could not see my sister. I thought that because it was so close to the time we would pick her up, that there was no way they could possibly take her visit away from me, and yet they tried. So we laid out those plans, but now I am in constant fear that somehow at the very last minute they will tell me once again that I can not see her. This is where my dream comes in.
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I dreamed that it was today; that my husband was all packed and ready to go to to Florida. He would be taking our 2 year old with him for the trip to go pick up my sister. Not 20 minutes before he was about to head out the door, my stepmother calls and tells me "I'm sorry, and I dont know how else to say this than to just say it, but your sister can't come out there. You have a tornado heading straight for your house, and I don't want her out there with that." I was angry at first, because how would she know if we were about to get a tornado? So I checked the weather channel and there was indeed a tornado. There were actually 2, but one was actually heading away from us. The other, however, was aimed for our door and moving fast. We quickly gathered what important items we needed (a small folder of important documents and 3 stuffed animals) and began bagging food, drinks, blankets, and flashlights, and taking them to a small round metal building we have on the side of the house (we are actually using this building as a brooder for pheasant chicks, but at this exact moment in time we didnt mind sharing the space). We had everything ready and together to wait out the storm and pray for our safety, and we each grabbed one of our 2 kids and locked ourselves in the round room.
As the storm approached, the sky darkened. Everything seemed to be a shade of brown coated in sunlight, even though the sky was growing darker by the minute. It was becoming windy, and small rocks, dirt, and debris began swirling by with the gusts. I was lying down, holding my 2 month old tight, and I kept switching between squeezing my 2 month old and my 2 year old. Should the storm be strong enough to lift that building off of us, I did not want to lose either of my children. We suddenly heard someone talking, and when we opened the door to the room, there were a few people looking to buy birds. We knew the storm was approaching fast, but my husband went out and began showing them our flock and brooders. While he was talking business, I looked back towards the house and saw my mom approaching me. She was worried for the boys too, so she decided to come over and make sure we were alright. When my husband was done selling a few animals, we looked to the sky saw the storm. It was huge, and it was almost to us. So we all huddled together in the round building: myself, my husband, my mom, and my 2 boys. We braced ourselves...
And I woke up.
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With the divorce going on, and some issues we're having with my husband's family, it is obvious that a storm approaches. We have secluded ourselves, and are ready to brace for impact. But why was it important that we sell some birds first? What does that symbolize? Why would my stepmother try to stop me from seeing my sister? Why was my mom there, when she lives halfway across the country? What was the storm that is moving away from us, and why must another one hit so soon?
My dad and stepmother are in the process of divorcing. Regardless of who is living where and who gets along with who, my husband will be leaving today to pick up my younger sister from Florida. Yesterday, my stepmother wrote to me that unless certain plans were laid out within the next 24 hours of her letter, my sister would not be able to go at all. Those were the exact words I had been dreading for the past 6 months; that somehow someone would tell me that I could not see my sister. I thought that because it was so close to the time we would pick her up, that there was no way they could possibly take her visit away from me, and yet they tried. So we laid out those plans, but now I am in constant fear that somehow at the very last minute they will tell me once again that I can not see her. This is where my dream comes in.
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I dreamed that it was today; that my husband was all packed and ready to go to to Florida. He would be taking our 2 year old with him for the trip to go pick up my sister. Not 20 minutes before he was about to head out the door, my stepmother calls and tells me "I'm sorry, and I dont know how else to say this than to just say it, but your sister can't come out there. You have a tornado heading straight for your house, and I don't want her out there with that." I was angry at first, because how would she know if we were about to get a tornado? So I checked the weather channel and there was indeed a tornado. There were actually 2, but one was actually heading away from us. The other, however, was aimed for our door and moving fast. We quickly gathered what important items we needed (a small folder of important documents and 3 stuffed animals) and began bagging food, drinks, blankets, and flashlights, and taking them to a small round metal building we have on the side of the house (we are actually using this building as a brooder for pheasant chicks, but at this exact moment in time we didnt mind sharing the space). We had everything ready and together to wait out the storm and pray for our safety, and we each grabbed one of our 2 kids and locked ourselves in the round room.
As the storm approached, the sky darkened. Everything seemed to be a shade of brown coated in sunlight, even though the sky was growing darker by the minute. It was becoming windy, and small rocks, dirt, and debris began swirling by with the gusts. I was lying down, holding my 2 month old tight, and I kept switching between squeezing my 2 month old and my 2 year old. Should the storm be strong enough to lift that building off of us, I did not want to lose either of my children. We suddenly heard someone talking, and when we opened the door to the room, there were a few people looking to buy birds. We knew the storm was approaching fast, but my husband went out and began showing them our flock and brooders. While he was talking business, I looked back towards the house and saw my mom approaching me. She was worried for the boys too, so she decided to come over and make sure we were alright. When my husband was done selling a few animals, we looked to the sky saw the storm. It was huge, and it was almost to us. So we all huddled together in the round building: myself, my husband, my mom, and my 2 boys. We braced ourselves...
And I woke up.
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With the divorce going on, and some issues we're having with my husband's family, it is obvious that a storm approaches. We have secluded ourselves, and are ready to brace for impact. But why was it important that we sell some birds first? What does that symbolize? Why would my stepmother try to stop me from seeing my sister? Why was my mom there, when she lives halfway across the country? What was the storm that is moving away from us, and why must another one hit so soon?
Friday, May 13, 2011
Pediatric Fish Store?
In the dream, I was taking my older son to his pediatrician, Dr. Clark (sorry, no first names on this one). Apparently, the pediatrics department is also a fish store. When my car pulled up to the building, I wasn't quite clear as to whether or not I had taken my son there for the doctor or the fish. Either way, we got out of the car and began heading for the door. Along the way, we noticed lots of other kids playing in a large front yard, and my son eagerly ran to join them. I noticed a wasp flying nearby, and in fear for my son, I ran over, grabbed him, and moved him to a safer location by a sandbox. About that time, I felt something nudge my back. I turn around... and it's my billy goat! Unfortunately, something is seriously wrong with him... he's dead. As a matter of fact, he's a zombie goat. And he keeps trying to eat my shirt! I shoo him away, and tell myself it's about time to go inside. So I take my son by the hand, and we walk into the pediatric fish store.
After walking inside, Dr. Clark greets us and tells us he'll be with us momentarily. While sitting in one of the two waiting rooms, I glance up at the television and it reminds me: the series finale of Smallville is about to come on! I dont know WHAT I was thinking going out at this time of day, when such an important episode is coming on! I quickly checked my watch, and saw that I had about 10 minutes before it started. I flipped through the channels on the television, and soon realized that this particular TV set didn't receive the required channel. I walked over to the next waiting room, and flipped through the channels on the television in that room, and after much searching finally found the right channel. Checking my watch again, I had 5 minutes left before the show started. At that moment, Dr. Clark walks up and begins talking to my son. So I left the two of them there for a just a minute, so that I could run to my car and get some snacks that I always carry in the diaper bag. I originally planned on buying Pizza Hut for dinner as a special meal with the finale episode, but with only 5 minutes till showtime, I just didnt have the time to wait for the pizza (although ironically, Pizza Hut was right next door to the pediatric fish store).
Upon reentering the building, with just a few minutes left on the current show, I shared some small talk with the nurses standing around the front desk. I decided it was time to go sit and prepare for the start of the episode, and as I walked toward the couch I noticed that Dr. Clark had fallen asleep. I tried to very carefully and quietly sit on the end seat, but he woke up anyways. I apologized for waking him, and he said it alright; he didnt want to miss Smallville anyways. The show started, and my son and I spent the entire 2 hour finale watching it with the doctor.
When the amazing show was officially over (even the end credits) I wiped the tears from my eyes and stood up to stretch. It was an amazing and emotional episode; a fitting ending to a perfect show. Of course, because it was dream, I have NO idea exactly what happened in that episode. I walked around the room to stretch my legs out and get some exercise and enjoyed spending an hour or so watching people buy fish. Eventually, it was time to leave. Something big was happening outside of the store, though I'm not sure what it was, but everyone was heading for the doors at the same time (no rush though, calmly walking). Just as I was about to walk out the door myself, I remembered that I forgot something back inside. I saw someone pick up my little boy (probably his doctor, though I didnt see his face) and I knew that he would be safe. I ran farther back inside, grabbed whatever it was that I left behind, and went back towards the exit. I walked out the door and over to my car, where my son and his doctor stood waiting for me. It was at that moment that I began laughing, as I had just realized that my doctor and superman both had something in common: they were both "Clark"! Then my phone rang, and I was awake.
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I dont think this dream means anything specific as an entire dream, but I know why some of the things in it were present. The fish store was there because I recently noticed that one of my fish is missing from the tank... no dead little fishie body, no pieces of fish... just missing entirely. My son because I'm with him all day. The wasp because it's summer and I've seen a lot lately, and I'm terrified of flying stinging biting insects. The series finale of Smallville is actually coming on TONIGHT in about two hours, and I plan on having Pizza Hut and snacks for a little "farewell" party to young Clark Kent. My goat was there because unfortunately, he died just two days ago. The first TV didnt have the right channel because the TV in the hospital didnt get that channel when I went into labor with my second son (though I'm not sure where he was for this dream... probably spending time with his daddy. You know, in dream world.). But why on Earth was Dr. Clark there?! Just because of the "Clark/Clark Kent" similarity? Maybe it's because the doctor actually bears some resemblance to the caped hero? And as a doctor, saves lives as well? I have NO clue.
After walking inside, Dr. Clark greets us and tells us he'll be with us momentarily. While sitting in one of the two waiting rooms, I glance up at the television and it reminds me: the series finale of Smallville is about to come on! I dont know WHAT I was thinking going out at this time of day, when such an important episode is coming on! I quickly checked my watch, and saw that I had about 10 minutes before it started. I flipped through the channels on the television, and soon realized that this particular TV set didn't receive the required channel. I walked over to the next waiting room, and flipped through the channels on the television in that room, and after much searching finally found the right channel. Checking my watch again, I had 5 minutes left before the show started. At that moment, Dr. Clark walks up and begins talking to my son. So I left the two of them there for a just a minute, so that I could run to my car and get some snacks that I always carry in the diaper bag. I originally planned on buying Pizza Hut for dinner as a special meal with the finale episode, but with only 5 minutes till showtime, I just didnt have the time to wait for the pizza (although ironically, Pizza Hut was right next door to the pediatric fish store).
Upon reentering the building, with just a few minutes left on the current show, I shared some small talk with the nurses standing around the front desk. I decided it was time to go sit and prepare for the start of the episode, and as I walked toward the couch I noticed that Dr. Clark had fallen asleep. I tried to very carefully and quietly sit on the end seat, but he woke up anyways. I apologized for waking him, and he said it alright; he didnt want to miss Smallville anyways. The show started, and my son and I spent the entire 2 hour finale watching it with the doctor.
When the amazing show was officially over (even the end credits) I wiped the tears from my eyes and stood up to stretch. It was an amazing and emotional episode; a fitting ending to a perfect show. Of course, because it was dream, I have NO idea exactly what happened in that episode. I walked around the room to stretch my legs out and get some exercise and enjoyed spending an hour or so watching people buy fish. Eventually, it was time to leave. Something big was happening outside of the store, though I'm not sure what it was, but everyone was heading for the doors at the same time (no rush though, calmly walking). Just as I was about to walk out the door myself, I remembered that I forgot something back inside. I saw someone pick up my little boy (probably his doctor, though I didnt see his face) and I knew that he would be safe. I ran farther back inside, grabbed whatever it was that I left behind, and went back towards the exit. I walked out the door and over to my car, where my son and his doctor stood waiting for me. It was at that moment that I began laughing, as I had just realized that my doctor and superman both had something in common: they were both "Clark"! Then my phone rang, and I was awake.
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I dont think this dream means anything specific as an entire dream, but I know why some of the things in it were present. The fish store was there because I recently noticed that one of my fish is missing from the tank... no dead little fishie body, no pieces of fish... just missing entirely. My son because I'm with him all day. The wasp because it's summer and I've seen a lot lately, and I'm terrified of flying stinging biting insects. The series finale of Smallville is actually coming on TONIGHT in about two hours, and I plan on having Pizza Hut and snacks for a little "farewell" party to young Clark Kent. My goat was there because unfortunately, he died just two days ago. The first TV didnt have the right channel because the TV in the hospital didnt get that channel when I went into labor with my second son (though I'm not sure where he was for this dream... probably spending time with his daddy. You know, in dream world.). But why on Earth was Dr. Clark there?! Just because of the "Clark/Clark Kent" similarity? Maybe it's because the doctor actually bears some resemblance to the caped hero? And as a doctor, saves lives as well? I have NO clue.
My Sleeping Journey
I think that our dreams are adventures. Adventures we undertake while we sleep. I find myself on the strangest paths in my dreams, and I felt the need to share this journey with all of you. So this blog is where I will post my dreams, my adventures, and you can join me in discovering exactly where it is my mind goes at night. At the bottom of each post, I will write a short piece about why I think I had that dream, or what it means to me... just a small brainstorm about it. But PLEASE, comment. Tell me what you think it means; or tell me about a dream journey you took. If I get a comment or email about an especially interesting dream that someone had that caught my attention, I might even post it on the blog! Sweet dreams, and have a safe journey!
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