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You'll still be here in the morning
Sep. 10th, 2011 07:25 amI dreamed about my mom.
She was wearing a sweatshirt and worn-soft jeans, as she did when she had been gardening. In the midst of family and friends going in a dozen directions, she was listening to my summary of where our wedding plans stood. "Thank you," I told her, "for listening to me!" She was the only one. Even D was distracted.
Of course, I've been thinking about my mom. "Lullaby for a Stormy Night," which is a mother's song, came up on my .mp3 player yesterday morning, and discussions of NaNoWriMo have put me in thoughts about November. Gardens are thick with fruiting and flowering plants. I miss my mom. She would be a good ear for designing the wedding decorations, although I would be in danger of having her take it over, like she did for my school art projects when I was a kid.
I also dreamed about sky diving. Not just any sky diving, either, but some kind of stunt thing where we were going to hang from the wings during the flight. No special clothes required, and my oldest sister L kept checking with me to be sure I was going to be able to go through with it. We leaned over a tiny catwalk to test my fear of heights, and I said that "I think I can handle it now." At the last minute, I ran away to change my clothes. She thought I would miss the flight, because there wasn't enought time for me to get home and back. Instead of going home, I bought(?) clothes from somewhere nearby and was back in time. But it seemed that she had sent the flight on with out me or had cancelled it. "Next time," she said.
Way to be obvious, dream brain.
She was wearing a sweatshirt and worn-soft jeans, as she did when she had been gardening. In the midst of family and friends going in a dozen directions, she was listening to my summary of where our wedding plans stood. "Thank you," I told her, "for listening to me!" She was the only one. Even D was distracted.
Of course, I've been thinking about my mom. "Lullaby for a Stormy Night," which is a mother's song, came up on my .mp3 player yesterday morning, and discussions of NaNoWriMo have put me in thoughts about November. Gardens are thick with fruiting and flowering plants. I miss my mom. She would be a good ear for designing the wedding decorations, although I would be in danger of having her take it over, like she did for my school art projects when I was a kid.
I also dreamed about sky diving. Not just any sky diving, either, but some kind of stunt thing where we were going to hang from the wings during the flight. No special clothes required, and my oldest sister L kept checking with me to be sure I was going to be able to go through with it. We leaned over a tiny catwalk to test my fear of heights, and I said that "I think I can handle it now." At the last minute, I ran away to change my clothes. She thought I would miss the flight, because there wasn't enought time for me to get home and back. Instead of going home, I bought(?) clothes from somewhere nearby and was back in time. But it seemed that she had sent the flight on with out me or had cancelled it. "Next time," she said.
Way to be obvious, dream brain.
