Another Night of Dreams


Last night was a night of more dreams (egg rolls, this time). Grandma was in the dream, as were my father and mother. I seemed to be working (again), but took some time out to go shopping at Macy’s. I bought something off the sale rack, and explained how Sabrina would watch a sweater at Macy’s in Albany as it went down in price to a coworker (who that was I don’t know or remember). Grandma was WORKING where I was working in this dream, as were my mother and father. Go figure! I think Grandma was a supervisor, because she was giving me instructions to get a certain vitamin for my mother. I found it in a cereal, Cheerios, I think. In this dream, we were also only a out a half-hour ferry ride from France. I was very excited about that, and told my dad that they even had currency exchanges on both sides of the ferry. The USA side, of course, was a pathetic Greyhound Bus station, but the French side was modern and bustling. Still my father warned me to be cautious in my traveling. Coincidence that there is a high terrorism alert in France today, as credible sources have predicted attacks in France, Britain, Italy, and Germany, which at least France is taking seriously? I don’t think so.

I liked this dream because I was with the people I love, and I haven’t been with people I love and care about in a long time (the girls 1 week ago and Sabrina…) My father was ever vigilant, my mother needed meds, and Grandma oversaw it all!

The dream the night before (Saturday night) was a bit confusing to me. An Irish priest (Father Donovan?) was involved. I remember a long line of people. I remember a place like The Red Coach Inn where I lived as a freshman at university. There was also something about a book. (Guess I should have eaten more. Maybe I would have remembered more!)

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About mairedubhtx

I am a "youngish" grandmother of 15 year old twin granddaughter who has recently (is a year "recent"?) adopted Islam as my way of life, much to the consternation of my family. I love to read. I love to write. I am writing a book about my decision to revert, about my spiritual journey. I have another blog about stories from my youth, my parents, and grandparents. It's a blog so my OCD daughter will not be able to throw it out when I die. I suffer from depression and anxiety, for which I am treated, so my posts may be a bit dark at times. C'est la vie.
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