Thursday

Thankful Thursday: October 29th

It is 9:16am,
I am cuddled on our floral couch...
there is a stuffed monkey to my left
and a stuffed ferret to my right
(not real stuffed animals, the play ones)
my boy is coughing in his room
(still not quite awake)
and I am battling the leftover fears
from my midnight dreams

Do you do that?
Have crazy dreams that demand to be sorted out in the daylight?

I do. ALL the time.
I almost always remember my dreams,
and they are almost always as-real-as-anything when I wake up.

Sometimes Mr. H even gets scolded for something
that his replica did in my dreams.

*sigh*

Poor guy.

Besides the crazy dreams with chasing or other such frustrating/scary scenes---I love the seemingly magical escape that dreams offer.

One of my favorite childhood dreams was that I could walk around on the bottom of the ocean, enjoying the unique display of water life, flittering around as I pleased--without an oxygen tank. I could breathe under water! It was awesome.

Another favorite childhood dream turned me into a princess. With purple sparkly everything. I lived in a castle, I was completely carefree, and I could prance around my kingdom giving out sparkly treats every day. Of course there was a matching prince on those dreams...

Sometimes my dreams answer a question I have:

When I was pregnant--before that 20 week ultrasound--I dreamt that we were having a boy (and then, because of all of those crazy pregnancy hormones, the dream went on to get crazier & crazier). I chose to forget the crazier parts of that dream, and imagined our darling baby boy.

If I am working on a particularly important project, presentation, or lesson, I will often dream of ideas of how to better accomplish my goal--the problem then is, making sure I write it down!

Dreams are fascinating, aren't they?

I am thankful for the dreams that give us the escape we need--after a long day of busy life. I am thankful for a husband who wakes up with me when I'm having a bad dream (ok, I make him wake up!)--and holds me until I fall asleep again. I am thankful for the tradition of dream-sharing that I have with my mother (she also remembers her crazy dreams & we swap stories regularly). I am thankful for the beauty of the happy dreams...the dreams that pull us gracefully & gently from yesterday to today.

And in the same way...this week is like a dream, isn't it?
We get to imagine a new character for ourselves...get into costume & act out an imaginary life...a dream!

Tonight we are going as 1980's personalities for a murder mystery party.

And tomorrow night we are going as an OSHA team (go figure. not too far from reality for *some* of us...hmm just trying to use what we have...hA!)


What is your favorite happy dream?
and what kind of dream will you be enjoying this week for Halloween?



3 comments:

What I've Learned So Far ..... said...

That is so funny that you would be talking about dreams! Last night, poor Johnnie had to wake me twice -- I barely remember it. But I remember hearing myself and him tentatively asking, "Are you laughing or crying???" I was laughing. Both times. Just can't remember why. But at least I was happy and amused wherever I had been! ;)

Linda said...

I helped at the Fall Fest at church tonight...clean up duty for me! I came home exhausted. We have more people show up for the Fall Fest than any other thing. I get it, parents and grandparents are really quite happy to have a safe fun place to bring their kids...people invite friends -the kids are thrilled to put on their costumes as many times as they can. I feel thankful that tomorrow, I am off duty should I choose to be. With no kids home I can choose to just keep the light off and ignore Halloween. I don't even really feel guilty about it. I enjoyed seeing all the folks in costume tonight. We had a dynamite 3 year old Elvis, and some great couples. I kind of went as ME. We had endless chili, and SO MANY cupcakes at the cakewalk. I am thankful that we got all the crumbs up! I hope I don't dream of more clean up duty.

JosephJ said...

I routinely dream about flying. Two forms: One, the kind where you have to work really hard flapping just to get 20 or 30 feet off the ground. I imagine that's about how chickens and turkeys feel. They can do it, it just takes alot of work. I wonder if I am enjoying visions of Thanksgiving dinners- Past. ?

The other is the kind where I can get a running start and pick up my feet and just kind of hover over the terrain. Much the same sensation as when you jump down a whole flight of stairs (you'll have to try that sometime.) I had another one of those last night, and I was doing my hover/flying moves to impress Ian. He really liked it. :)