I usually turn in for the night at 9 or 10 P.M. Since Cliff works nights, I have the bedroom to myself for the first part of the night. I like to think I go to sleep better if the television is on, so I turn it on and set the timer for it to turn off in an hour. I'm seldom awake for more than five minutes, so don't ask me why I don't just set the timer for 1/2 hour.
For the first two or three hours of the night, dynamite wouldn't awaken me. When Cliff gets home from work at 1 A.M. and crawls in bed, I am usually completely unaware of his arrival.
From two o'clock on, however, I sleep fitfully and lightly. I force myself to stay in bed until at least four, and sometimes I doze, off and on. This morning, I dreamed.
It seems I was at a family reunion. There were several children there. In the dream I seemed to know them, but upon waking, none of them seemed familiar. I only recognized one person there: My mom. She was seated, and two blond toddlers were hugging her as they were leaving.
I was at this reunion, and I was trying to take pictures for my journal. Yep, even in my dreams I was thinking about my AOL journal. How messed up is that? Trouble is, nobody would stand still for me to take a picture. As I'd start to snap a picture, they'd turn their heads or totally turn their backs to me. So now you know we can't take photographs in our dreams. I've tried.
Somehow in the dream the oldest grandson moved back into my house,
too. And put a television in my tiny bathroom, and had his stuff all
over my house until I could hardly get through.
Anybody want to psychoanalyze me or interpret my dreams? Have at it!
Personally, I think the dreams are simply caused by the stress of Pioneer Woman's blog being down for two days.