Dream Fairy

When I was younger, elementary school age, I thought I could control my dreams. I would stare out my window at night which was right next to my bed and feel the coolness of the glass. That was always very calming. If there was something in particular I wanted to dream about I took my pretend miniature pen and pretend miniature paper. I would write my dream down with my tiny, little pen, roll it up very carefully, sometimes close it with a ribbon, and I would stick my pretend paper with my dream written on it in my ear. The dream fairy, kind of like the man behind the curtain in the Wizard of Oz, would then get my dream and process it. He would then give me my dream.

Of course, it never did work properly. That never mattered to me however - I still kept writing him my dreams.

Big Boy Room revisited

Let's see if this works. I put up a picture of G's new room. It's at my entry about his Big Boy Room. That's it.

I'm off to another night of medicine induced sleep. There is something not right about the pain in my throat and I'm calling the doctor again tomorrow a.m. If he's not there, I'm calling another doctor. I shouldn't be in this much pain. Plus, my ears feel like they're going to burst. Little One had fevers all day and the only thing keeping it at bay was motrin. The poor little guy is just miserable. I don't know what to do.

Here's to hoping I feel better soon and hoping that I have some good dreams tonight. Maybe I'll write a note to my wish fairy for some. Oh, I haven't told you about the wish fairy yet???? That's for another day.

Board Meeting and Completing Tasks

I was at a board meeting for something. I was completely out of place and out of my element. There was an issue about what shirts everyone was going to wear and I was going to wear my white button down with the frilly front. Everyone said that wasn't going to work. I needed a white button down with a plain shirt so that I could be like everyone else. I needed money to perform a task that the board wanted me to do. I was looking at everyone and underneath them, like on a computer screen, were different colored dollar signs. I had to try to convince the ones with the green dollar signs to give me money. No one wanted to. This one woman kept looking at my crossly and saying that I was out of line. They promoted me from an unknown position to vice president and I was in charge of an entire section of whatever it was we were working on. I couldn't understand how they could promote me and not tell me about it. Didn't I have a say in it?

Then I was shopping at a mega store. I remember some kids being there and completely ignoring them. I kept walking through the same section over and over. I can't remember now what the section was, but it was very repetitive. I kept going to the same place - very circular.

There was a paper that I had to completely fill out. I accomplished the task. I have no idea what it was for or why I was writing it, but I had it completely filled up.

Editor's note post-script: I think I know why I have this feeling of "being told what to do". I was going to be the social coordinator for Kol HaLev and they've been changing it around on me and proceeding without even getting my input. Maybe that influenced my dream a bit because I'm a bit taken aback by it.

Cutest Picture in the World

I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship.......

Blackness

Last night I had my first halfway decent night's sleep since this cold began. I lay on the couch all night. My mind was racing, but my body couldn't move. I was numb. I had to have my husband turn off the light. The couch was the most comfortable place I could have slept, but I had no dreams. Just blackness. It was 11:30. I woke up and it was 1:15. I woke up again and it was 6:00. No time passed in between, just blackness and awakeness. Yet, even in that deep slumber, I still heard Little One with his early morning wake up babble. How could I sleep so sound and deep and still sleep so lightly?

Little One has a fever today. Why does it always fall around a well visit? I know he has what I have. I pity him right now. Naps are so good. Hopefully he has a good one.

Crossword Puzzles

I had a vision of crossword puzzles today when I closed my eyes. I didn't have a dream about them but when I closed my eyes (still with cough syrup in my system) that's all that I could see. The remainder of last night's sleep wasn't any better. Even with that cough syrup I could still hear Little One coughing in the middle of the night.

I imagine I had that vision because, with feeling as mushy brained as I had since Little One had been born, I decided to exercise it a bit and started working on Logic puzzle magazines. I think it's helped.

Now if I could just start feeling better again.

Passage of Time

So I went to bed at 9:30 last night with medicine in body. Now it's 2:18 a.m. and I'm waiting for the second dose to kick in (which it's very close to doing so, so if I babble, you'll know why - codeine laden cough syrup).

I thought I would have no dreams last night (tonight being last night still). I was right. The cough syrup suppressed all that. But I did still keep waking up. And I did still have a few images in my head as I had fallen asleep - which definitely don't count as dreams.

One of the reasons I'm keeping this journal is because if I don't dream, if I don't notice the passage of time, it's like I haven't gotten a good night's sleep. When I wake up I need to look at the clock. I have to know what time it is. If I'm at a hotel or staying somewhere as a guest, I HAVE to have a clock. It's the same with dreams. If I don't have a dream, something feels off. Sometimes my dreams are just as tiring as waking life, because they are so detailed. I can never repeat that detail here because as I said to a friend the other night, it's almost like watching a t.v. show. Some things are just in the background, but a lot of detail is there. Sometimes as I journal, it will spark part of the dream that I had forgotten about.

OK, I'm sitting here staring off. I still have a headache, but my arms and head are starting to feel heavy. Good night and good dreams.