There are mornings I want to just stay snuggled under the covers.
When I get up, it disturbs Maddie and some times she will pick her head up to mean mug me and other times she will just replace me next to Troy and keep my warm spot warm.
There are nights I dream all night long. If I wake up mid dream I try hard to go back to sleep to finish.
I love to dream.
I believe there is meaning to them. My sub conscious talking to me. Trying to guide me down the crazy path of life.
As a child I was afraid to sleep. I had what I called night terrors. They weren’t nightmares. They were full sensory episodes of sound, smell, movement around me but I felt I could not move. May be why I’m claustrophobic now.
I would wake up screaming.
My mom would come running from the other end of the house to calm me. It seemed to be a nightly thing.
I wish I knew the meaning of them. I don’t remember when they stopped. I’m just glad they did.
They were terrifying.
Now my dreams are entertaining, puzzling with people, places and things. Sometimes a mystery to be solved.
Like the hidden room I’ve have dreams about often. Its in a house that I don’t recognize except from my dreams, that pops up at different times. The room is hidden and I have to crawl through a narrow passageway and its filled with boxes and items, but I’ve never gone through them.
I’ve often wondered if that room was my memory vault. I don’t remember much from my childhood. I’ve often thought of getting hypnotized to remember. Maybe each of those boxes contains a significant memory. But one I wanted to forget. Maybe best left locked.
Troy tells me dreams have no meaning. Just my imagination.
Maybe
Maybe not.
In the meantime, I will day dream and night dream. And if the lottery numbers show up in there, I may have to play.
Sweet dreams my friends, and may all your good dreams come true!
Love big,
Lorene
