I've noticed over the past few months that I've been dreaming a great deal about me. In the past, I would never dream about myself. Well, maybe I did, but I certainly didn't remember it.
This morning, I wasn't feeling well so I ended up taking an afternoon nap. And had a very vivid dream.
The dream started out at my wedding. It was a very small wedding. I don't remember much of that part of the dream except I bowed to my husband's wishes. There was colored light which makes me think it was in a Catholic Church of some sort.
The wedding reception was outside. I don't remember much of that either, except it was very green. And I danced with my husband. Which isn't very logical given it was outside and there was grass but it was a dream.
The honeymoon was camping. I vaguely remember smelling salt so we must have gone to the ocean.
Then I moved into his house which was our house now. And we had a long discussion about my quilting room. I wanted it in his office or at least on the same floor as his office but he insisted there was no room. And then I was like well your office is going to have to move anyway and he was like why? it's my office! And I responded well your office is going to be the baby's room. He moved his office that day.
OH! How could I forget! When we got back from the honeymoon, my husband gave me my wedding present: a basset hound named Petey.
I remember lots of warmth and feelings of safety.
And then my sister woke me up with cold hands.
The annoying thing is I did not see what my husband looked like or if I even knew him. Highly annoying given I feel like I'm running out time. Nor did I see what the baby looked like. Baby had a lovely bright colored puppy quilt.
These dreams are so lovely yet so heartbreaking. I can't even put into words why.
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