Thursday, March 14, 2013

Pay Attention to EVERYTHING!

I don't know if I was going for a new job, but for some reason I had to be somewhere to get tested and I was going with my granddaughter, Taylor.

I had to park in a parking lot and then walk to a stool outside the parking lot to sit down and wait. I saw one stool open so I walked to it, but somebody got there first and just as I was about to leave to find another spot, somebody pointed out another open stool.

Now I'm in a house, but I don't know whose, and, for some reason, I don't have shoes, so I have to borrow Taylor's shoes but Taylor's shoes don't fit, because they are too big. 

Before we leave, somebody tells us that we need to pay attention to EVERYTHING because the tiniest detail will be on the test. But EVERYTHING bores me apparently because I forget to pay attention until midway through the test when I realize that even the minutest detail, something in the background, for instance, might be on that test. So I start paying attention to EVERYTHING.

A rifle, or something that looks like a rifle must have been included in the instructions, too, because when it was time to leave I was told to hang it in the closet before I left.


Any time anyone dreams about a test, the obvious thing to consider is that the person is about to be tested in some way, not in school necessarily, but in life. The fact that I was dreaming about my granddaughter and that I was wearing her shoes might have meant that she was being tested, and in order to understand how she was being tested, I needed to walk in her shoes.

I don't remember carrying a gun in this dream except for the part where I was told to hang it in the closet. Guns to me mean violence and protection. Perhaps I was trying to protect her, but in the dream I didn't need a gun to do it. This dream will take a little more contemplation on my part.

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Wednesday, March 6, 2013

My Newest Boyfriend

In this short dream, I had a boyfriend who looked amazingly similar to my daughter's fiance. All I kept thinking about was how lucky I was to have him in my life. It didn't disturb me at all that he was decades younger than I was – I just felt so lucky.

Yes that was a very short dream, and I can tell you immediately why I had it, because I knew upon awakening what the dream meant. 

The night before, my grandson, Zac, who is 5, crawled into bed with me (as he always does whenever he visits – unless his Daddy is here). He asked me (as he always does) to scratch his back (it helps him fall asleep).

I thought about how my daughter's fiance scratches her back every night to help her fall asleep, and I've always considered that small act to be a really sweet thing to do.

You see, when I was a little girl, my Auntie Alice scratched my back every time she saw me. She was the only person who ever did that for me, and she died when I was 10. 

And so on the night I scratched Zac's back, I remembered my Auntie Alice and thought about my ex-husband who always had me scratch his back but never scratched mine – I've never had that kind of affection from anyone other than my children when they were young. 

I must have fallen asleep wishing I had the kind of man in my life who would selflessly give of himself just because he is a good, loving, kind, and generous man. At least in my dream world, I have that kind of man in my life.

And just so you know, in case some of you are wondering, the dream was just as I explained it – nothing more.

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