weird day
This was the most weird day, of my memory today.
It did start, with us both falling asleep and sleep another ¾ hour after alarm clock.
I did dream most vividly: I was invited in a nursery to meet my sons: 5 of them.
They all 5 had a different last name, only the last 2 were named both Kenneth but with a different last name.
I was laughing loudly, while I was at the same time proud, their souls had gone further, on the other hand, I only was aware of 4 miss-carriages, never sure of the fifth.
Laughing I woke.
Today I had to go for breast-cancer prevention research (Is in the family, have to do each year) but I did ask a place I could go in shop hopper.That is in the south of the city.
Now the weird part starts: I should have driven along side the house, I have lived for 15 years, while the second passenger had to go out there, but she preferred to go with me first, for than she could avoid the spot, that Baseball player was murdered last night (we had to go past there than).
When we went with me first, she could avoid it.
On the way back, it was a trip along most of the important places in Rotterdam of my life: I did pass the place, I went in kinder-garden, and my first school, the house I lived on and of with my parents, (for the ones that believe in re-incarnation: passed the spot, I died with the bombardment of Rotterdam, drove over it, while there is now a road)
passed the house of my late great-aunt, where my parents lived after their marriage (and made my brother and me probably), than went bringing somebody away just in the street of my autistic brothers special school, for which WE had to omit school (and while waiting outside, with 7 years nearly was abused, although 2 years later it still happened).
Than we passed the church, where I had to read my oldest sisters elegy and poem before her burial, than past the house-broker from this invalid house and some minor important places, before I came home.
Have you ever seen, without having any influence upon how you go (for dependant on a cab-driver and other passengers of the invalid-bus) so many important places of your life in one day? I even may be missed a few, while the spots were so changed and most places I had not been for over 30 or more years!
May be somebody wants me to think my life over, and the dream message about my sons, I never could raise myself, was one of hope, for I did awake laughing.
What do my fellow people think about a day with events like this?
At least something to ponder upon! <3, Nan
It did start, with us both falling asleep and sleep another ¾ hour after alarm clock.
I did dream most vividly: I was invited in a nursery to meet my sons: 5 of them.
They all 5 had a different last name, only the last 2 were named both Kenneth but with a different last name.
I was laughing loudly, while I was at the same time proud, their souls had gone further, on the other hand, I only was aware of 4 miss-carriages, never sure of the fifth.
Laughing I woke.
Today I had to go for breast-cancer prevention research (Is in the family, have to do each year) but I did ask a place I could go in shop hopper.That is in the south of the city.
Now the weird part starts: I should have driven along side the house, I have lived for 15 years, while the second passenger had to go out there, but she preferred to go with me first, for than she could avoid the spot, that Baseball player was murdered last night (we had to go past there than).
When we went with me first, she could avoid it.
On the way back, it was a trip along most of the important places in Rotterdam of my life: I did pass the place, I went in kinder-garden, and my first school, the house I lived on and of with my parents, (for the ones that believe in re-incarnation: passed the spot, I died with the bombardment of Rotterdam, drove over it, while there is now a road)
passed the house of my late great-aunt, where my parents lived after their marriage (and made my brother and me probably), than went bringing somebody away just in the street of my autistic brothers special school, for which WE had to omit school (and while waiting outside, with 7 years nearly was abused, although 2 years later it still happened).
Than we passed the church, where I had to read my oldest sisters elegy and poem before her burial, than past the house-broker from this invalid house and some minor important places, before I came home.
Have you ever seen, without having any influence upon how you go (for dependant on a cab-driver and other passengers of the invalid-bus) so many important places of your life in one day? I even may be missed a few, while the spots were so changed and most places I had not been for over 30 or more years!
May be somebody wants me to think my life over, and the dream message about my sons, I never could raise myself, was one of hope, for I did awake laughing.
What do my fellow people think about a day with events like this?
At least something to ponder upon! <3, Nan