A Dream and Idle Thought
The dream started out in one of those fade in type scenes. Sort of when you first wake up and just start looking around, slowly focusing. That's how this one began. It's like I'm waking up and then focus on what's before me. In this case it's me lounging on a couch/chaise thing reading a book. That's ordinary enough for me, but I'm lightly tanned.....*wtf???* and wearing light colored clothes *I'm looking for a nurse with my dream self's meds*. So there I am lounging in this breezy pants outfit that is made of cream and beige like colors and I have sandals on my feet. I have not worn sandals since I was pregnant last with my son and those I didn't buy myself.
I look content with my book in lap...manicure and pedicure on my feet....*oh dear god I've never had either one but my nails are way too good to have been done by my hand*, lightly tanned skin and it's warm. I realize that wherever I am, it's warm and bright. My dream self sits up, stretching then slowly move from the lounging chair to walk off into this beautiful kitchen done in tile and quite opened spaced, to a refrigerator. I'm making a salad and looking at the clock opposite the wall, smiling and singing to myself and getting out meat to cook. It's obvious I'm cooking for two or more, but I never get to find out who is coming since I wake up to the sound my phone making racket as the alarm goes off.
The problem I had with this dream was the absence of my children. I saw no sign of them, though I may have been older than now so that might put my kids at the age where the messes they made are finally cleaned by them or kept in their own little space. It made me feel slightly wistful because I could see the contentment I had and the ease I felt, like I had no worries and was just happy. Maybe I should have looked around for meds, but I wonder if it has a meaning or a peek into a possible future for me. I suppose that most people hope their dreams are more than mere wist of hopes and shut away wants that fade away with the sun's rise...
I look content with my book in lap...manicure and pedicure on my feet....*oh dear god I've never had either one but my nails are way too good to have been done by my hand*, lightly tanned skin and it's warm. I realize that wherever I am, it's warm and bright. My dream self sits up, stretching then slowly move from the lounging chair to walk off into this beautiful kitchen done in tile and quite opened spaced, to a refrigerator. I'm making a salad and looking at the clock opposite the wall, smiling and singing to myself and getting out meat to cook. It's obvious I'm cooking for two or more, but I never get to find out who is coming since I wake up to the sound my phone making racket as the alarm goes off.
The problem I had with this dream was the absence of my children. I saw no sign of them, though I may have been older than now so that might put my kids at the age where the messes they made are finally cleaned by them or kept in their own little space. It made me feel slightly wistful because I could see the contentment I had and the ease I felt, like I had no worries and was just happy. Maybe I should have looked around for meds, but I wonder if it has a meaning or a peek into a possible future for me. I suppose that most people hope their dreams are more than mere wist of hopes and shut away wants that fade away with the sun's rise...