Dreams of Mom...
Really odd dream about Mom this morning. I dreamt I'd gone to visit Dad and Edna and see some of the improvements they are making to the house.
I never saw Edna, but she was there in the background, telling me how thrilled Mom and Dad were with the new paint, new lighting, and so forth.
I walked into the Master bedroom and there were 3 beds. Dad was sitting on one, getting ready to take a nap. Mom was in one, asleep, with a CPAP or something on her face. I backed out of the bedroom quickly...I knew Mom wasn't supposed to be there.
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Dad and Edna have been improving things around the house. Getting rid of old light fixtures that are outdated and turned yellow from years of smoking and dust. They found the cutest little hanging light for their coffee bar. And of course, Edna painted the entire inside of the house over the past couple of months, so everything looks fresh and new.
As far as the changes they've made go, I have no objections to any of them. They're all improvements that needed to be made.
The Mom thing was a little weird though.
And I have to admit that Dad giving me ALL the family photos was a little disturbing. They could have remained happily in the bottom of the china cabinet, where they've been living for the last 20+ years.
~*~
I honestly don't believe this is Edna, trying to erase my mother from the house. I have a strong feeling this involves Dad as well. When Mom passed, he was giving away her clothing a week later. Almost like HE wanted to remove any memories of her.
The photos were hidden out of sight, and when Edna found them on her cleaning spree, Dad decided that *I* needed them. URGENTLY, IMMEDIATELY, RIGHT NOW.
And so I became the owner of the Doom Tote of pictures. Doom boxes, or in my case Totes, stand for "Didn’t Organize Only Moved"
~*~
I guess it's not that surprising that I'd dream of Mom, seeing pictures of her on the beach in Virginia, pregnant with me. Pictures of her with her granddaughter. Pictures of her and Dad.
But the whole sleeping in the bed thing threw me. Mom's okay with the changes? Am I *really* okay with the changes? I know I have issues over the wedding, is this me trying to process those emotions?
And maybe the ultimate question...why am I awake at 6AM on Thanksgiving, when I have to work a double, journalling about dreaming about Mom?
I never saw Edna, but she was there in the background, telling me how thrilled Mom and Dad were with the new paint, new lighting, and so forth.
I walked into the Master bedroom and there were 3 beds. Dad was sitting on one, getting ready to take a nap. Mom was in one, asleep, with a CPAP or something on her face. I backed out of the bedroom quickly...I knew Mom wasn't supposed to be there.
~*~
Dad and Edna have been improving things around the house. Getting rid of old light fixtures that are outdated and turned yellow from years of smoking and dust. They found the cutest little hanging light for their coffee bar. And of course, Edna painted the entire inside of the house over the past couple of months, so everything looks fresh and new.
As far as the changes they've made go, I have no objections to any of them. They're all improvements that needed to be made.
The Mom thing was a little weird though.
And I have to admit that Dad giving me ALL the family photos was a little disturbing. They could have remained happily in the bottom of the china cabinet, where they've been living for the last 20+ years.
~*~
I honestly don't believe this is Edna, trying to erase my mother from the house. I have a strong feeling this involves Dad as well. When Mom passed, he was giving away her clothing a week later. Almost like HE wanted to remove any memories of her.
The photos were hidden out of sight, and when Edna found them on her cleaning spree, Dad decided that *I* needed them. URGENTLY, IMMEDIATELY, RIGHT NOW.
And so I became the owner of the Doom Tote of pictures. Doom boxes, or in my case Totes, stand for "Didn’t Organize Only Moved"
~*~
I guess it's not that surprising that I'd dream of Mom, seeing pictures of her on the beach in Virginia, pregnant with me. Pictures of her with her granddaughter. Pictures of her and Dad.
But the whole sleeping in the bed thing threw me. Mom's okay with the changes? Am I *really* okay with the changes? I know I have issues over the wedding, is this me trying to process those emotions?
And maybe the ultimate question...why am I awake at 6AM on Thanksgiving, when I have to work a double, journalling about dreaming about Mom?