Elizabelle posted today about elevator dreams and I got all excited because I have SO MANY elevator dreams. So many! They're ALWAYS stressful dreams: I can't find the right elevator, or it takes me to the wrong place, or it's broken, or I can't find / figure out the buttons, or whatever.
I also have a recurring "Finding a room I didn't know we had" dream. These are ALWAYS good dreams, good enough that I feel sad when I wake up and we DON'T have an extra room. Sometimes the extra room is a whole BUNCH of extra rooms: I open a door and there's a whole WING, a whole HOUSE WORTH of rooms to explore.
I used to have the "finding money" dream, where I'd see a quarter in the sand by the side of the road, and hey, under it is a dime, and now I see another quarter and two more dimes, and OH MAN there is a RICH VEIN of coinage here! I haven't had that one in ages.
Unpleasantly often I dream that I'm having a confrontation with someone, and I get so angry I start trying to hit them but my arms are too weak to manage it, which makes me even angrier and also I'm crying with frustration and also I'm feeling awful about trying to hit them and shocked at my impropriety.
I frequently have "packing" dreams, where I need to pack for a trip or for an emergency or for a move, and I just can't get organized and the time to leave is getting closer and closer. These are usually stress dreams, but sometimes can be pleasant if I'm more organized and having some success with the task.
I can't remember where it was, but recently someone wrote something about how you have school dreams for "a few years" after leaving school---but I left school fifteen years ago and it's still one of my most common dream themes. Usually it's the "can't figure out my schedule, can't remember what class to go to next or where the classroom is, can't find my locker" variety. Once I reassured myself upon waking from a particularly drawn-out and unpleasant example of the genre that if ever such a thing DID happen, of course I could just go to the school office and they'd help. So then the next time I had the dream, I remembered that---and I couldn't find the school office, and when I DID find it no one was at the desk. Thank you, brain, for kicking that comforting thought out from under me!
Gift ideas for an 8-year-old, part 1 of 2 - I have TWO 8-year-olds to buy for, so I’m going to split it up into two posts. Today will be the things we’re getting for Edward. I dislike saying “Gift id...