Monday Morning
Oct. 12th, 2015 09:53 amLots of little scraps of dreams, and remembered too, though I am reminded that it is not necessarily a bad thing not to remember most of your dreams. These could have gone to the trash bin of forgetfulness without leaving me the poorer.
In one dream, I seem to be living with a couple of small brown boys, and I am enthusiastically playing with them, as if to become a sort of ideal brother to them.
Two other scraps seem to be related as one dream, or as variations of a common theme. In one I seem to have joined the army, or some branch of the military. We are marching and assembling, and I am consciously seeking to accept this way of life as mine, wanting to make this go at life work. In the other scrap, I seem to be talking to a recruiter. I want to join, but he cautions me against it, saying it is not for me.
Another dream is more homely. Pop is asking me if we should get a turkey and do a thanksgiving meal. I start by answering with my usual 'no', but he takes up a tone of voice urging me to reconsider and be honest with myself. I do find myself kind of hankering for that turkey and dressing. Pop has done a good job with it in the years since he has taken up the custom.
Hmmm, how many years is that? ... not many, but more than three years. ... I decided to go through my LiveJournal archive to see if I could come up with an answer, and I think I did. It looks like 2008 was the year Pop first tried to do a Thanksgiving meal. Since it was sort of experimental, it was just us - no guests. So, it has been seven years that Pop has kept it up. He got confident with it and started having guests, which ... turned it into a hardship for me. I'd rather go without the meal and be free of the guests. But it's his game and his call, and family life in these later years has settled into a pretty drama-free affair.
In one dream, I seem to be living with a couple of small brown boys, and I am enthusiastically playing with them, as if to become a sort of ideal brother to them.
Two other scraps seem to be related as one dream, or as variations of a common theme. In one I seem to have joined the army, or some branch of the military. We are marching and assembling, and I am consciously seeking to accept this way of life as mine, wanting to make this go at life work. In the other scrap, I seem to be talking to a recruiter. I want to join, but he cautions me against it, saying it is not for me.
Another dream is more homely. Pop is asking me if we should get a turkey and do a thanksgiving meal. I start by answering with my usual 'no', but he takes up a tone of voice urging me to reconsider and be honest with myself. I do find myself kind of hankering for that turkey and dressing. Pop has done a good job with it in the years since he has taken up the custom.
Hmmm, how many years is that? ... not many, but more than three years. ... I decided to go through my LiveJournal archive to see if I could come up with an answer, and I think I did. It looks like 2008 was the year Pop first tried to do a Thanksgiving meal. Since it was sort of experimental, it was just us - no guests. So, it has been seven years that Pop has kept it up. He got confident with it and started having guests, which ... turned it into a hardship for me. I'd rather go without the meal and be free of the guests. But it's his game and his call, and family life in these later years has settled into a pretty drama-free affair.