Bumper Crop! A dream an hour all night long and so real. I don't remember eating anything that would make me dream such realistic dreams. With every waking, it was as if I simply stepped from one room where everything and everyone was real, to my bedroom which seemed unreal. How strange that every dream was completely different from the one before, yet all of them were completely believable.
Well, except for maybe the one where my Mom was driving a station wagon. She was young and quite competent (driving was not something she enjoyed in reality) and seemed to know just where we ought to go without the help of any map. Of course, I had no idea why I was there or where we were going, but I was perfectly content with it all. There were others in the car, people who belonged and people who might not have been in a car my Mom was driving. I think I knew most of them, but my focus was on Mom and I didn't really pay much attention to the other riders.
I know after someone dies, its fairly common for them to appear in your dreams - a sort of processing mechanism. I was sitting in the back seat and so happy to see Mom young and competent and happy. She was much freer than ever I had known her to be and not doing something for someone else, but taking this trip because she wanted to. Perhaps she invited those of us in the car to come along! I am delighted to be included.
As for the other dreams, I have no explanation except that perhaps I was just blessed. At least, despite all the waking, I woke refreshed as if I had slept thoroughly and deeply. Wonders never cease.
Well, except for maybe the one where my Mom was driving a station wagon. She was young and quite competent (driving was not something she enjoyed in reality) and seemed to know just where we ought to go without the help of any map. Of course, I had no idea why I was there or where we were going, but I was perfectly content with it all. There were others in the car, people who belonged and people who might not have been in a car my Mom was driving. I think I knew most of them, but my focus was on Mom and I didn't really pay much attention to the other riders.
I know after someone dies, its fairly common for them to appear in your dreams - a sort of processing mechanism. I was sitting in the back seat and so happy to see Mom young and competent and happy. She was much freer than ever I had known her to be and not doing something for someone else, but taking this trip because she wanted to. Perhaps she invited those of us in the car to come along! I am delighted to be included.
As for the other dreams, I have no explanation except that perhaps I was just blessed. At least, despite all the waking, I woke refreshed as if I had slept thoroughly and deeply. Wonders never cease.
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