Where Did THAT Come From?

I had a dream about A last night. 

It’s probably good that I don’t remember much about it.

I’m wondering why things from so long ago are coming up now

Granted, too much time spent on Facebook as allowed me to re-visit parts of my past, and, oddly enough, he’s one of my top Matchs from the quiz thing.  But I think those quizes are silly, they’re nothing but a way to waste 2 minutes, to let my brain turn off briefly.  OK, so I also thought it was really wierd that, again according to a stupid quiz, my perfect man’s name is supposed to start with A.   But again, it’s ridiculus, after all, we aren’t in high school any more.

I think it more likely that I know he was a turning point in my life, a piece of a crucial first experience.  That was the year I learned both how to have a good time and also how it is to be heart broken.

Back to the dream.  It’s mostly faded with the day’s busy-ness.  But in the dream I was absolutely in love with him and totally terrified that I’d scared him away.  Give that long ago history there’s nothing surprising to that part.  The wierd part is that I think (but again I don’t really remember) that we were somehow togther again.  But not together then, together now.  The whole thing’s so strange I can’t seem to wrap my mind around it.

Does any one know some good ways to remember dreams better or to interpret them after the fact?

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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  1. Pingback: In My Dreams « stories of survival

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