Good Day

Last night I dreamed of my grandmother’s house.  I always consider that a good omen.  She’s never there anymore since she died, so there are usually other people in there.  In my dream, there were fireworks going on outside, and I took Rowan to the back porch to watch them.

Now, my grandmother owned a duplex–the 1st story she rented, and the 2nd story she lived in.  Also, the house was on a hill that sloped downwards as you went to the back yard, so the back porch was actually about 3 stories up.  The yard continued on a slope, so the very end of it was perhaps a height difference of 3 1/2 to 4 stories up to the back porch.

For some reason, this is burned into my psyche.  I used to get a bit scared on the back porch, because it seemed so high up, especially as a kid.  Plus, there was both a clothesline that ran from the back porch to a flagpole at the end of the yard, and a huge tree on the side that was still taller than the house.  As I kid, I would idly fantasize as to what would happen if for example, I was stuck on the top of the flagpole of the yard or if I was stuck in the top of the tree.  I imagined how horrifying it would be to so high up, knowing I would probably die if I fell.  And how would anyone rescue me?  So in my dreams, being on that back porch I can still feel that sense of height and airiness.

Back in the dream, I came back into the house and put Rowan to bed, then looked for a place to sleep.  Except the house was full of bedrooms, and each bedroom had a sleeping person (usually a man) inside.  I wanted a bedroom to myself and kept searching until I found the lighthouse that was magically attached to my grandma’s house (gotta love dreams) and there was a bedroom off of that.  I remember feeling so glad to finally be alone.

After that, I woke up, watched a little Sex in the City, had my morning cup of tea, and did my prenatal yoga workout from start to finish.  I need to stop slacking off, it was more challenging that it should be, but I did feel pretty great afterwards.  At the end of the DVD the instructor mentioned, “Your uterus should feel pretty relaxed,” and if fact it was.  Often I wake up and it’s quite hard.  I’ve gotten the mini-contractions that feel like menstrual cramps as well.  Limbering up, I suppose, for the big day.

We spend the day with some old friends and it just felt good to get out.  In fact, tomorrow we are spending time with different friends so it must friend weekend or something.  So as expected, my good dream led to a good day.  I love days like this.

Author: ~R

I write about life, people, and the things that interest in me. Which often includes death, sex, friendship, and the future of humanity. I hope for the best in people and I prepare for the worst. But no matter what happens, change is constant and everything will be ok.

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