Dreams
Every now and then I will remember my dreams. Some are filled with fantastic images set in a world that is like ours, but very different. They are dreams after all. Last night I was on an island. I referred to the island as Vietnam, and in the dream I stated, “This is my husband’s homeland.” My husband’s parents are from the Phillipines, but I digress. The island was grass covered and paths were dug into the land which revealed the orange wet clay underneath. I am in a room. I notice that there are two beds in the room. There is a high bed made of dark wood with a thin red mattress. There is another bed made of lighter wood with neutral linens and a thicker mattress. I know that I sleep on the latter. I walk out of the room and up a small hill to get to the main rooms of my house. The grass is wet and I struggle slightly. I get to the porch and I see Neil inside the kitchen. I notice that we have a television in the main room as well as a large oriental rug. I decide to stop on the porch and take a nap. There is a bench with a blanket on it and I snuggle underneath it. Before I fade into sleep I open my eyes to see another island in the distance. I know that island to be Egypt. On this island I can see The Great Pyramid of Giza and the Rock of Gibraltar. I am very excited because I know that tomorrow I will take a boat there to visit. The image becomes blurry and I fade into sleep.