Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Crazy Dreams and Priorities . . .

I had a dream last night that made me feel totally helpless. 
I'm a big dream-rememberer.
That's good and bad.
Depending on the dream.
I'm glad we're not accountable for our dreams. 

I was in college again.  Different apartment, roomates from freshman and sophomore years mixed together.  I was sitting at our kitchen table with two roomates who, like me, are presently married with children.  I was trying to get them to agree with me that life isn't the same without our kids while going to college (heh, obviously).  I didn't hear my kids giggling and I was concerned.  Where were they?  It was like this strange alternate reality--college life and family life meshed together--weird.  I wanted to find them.  Why weren't my roomates as concerned as I was?  Futility is an awful feeling. 
And then, you know how you always jump to another part of your dream without transitions?  Well, I was looking everywhere for a great pair of shoes to match my outfit.  I kept finding my roomate's shoes, and they were so cute, but I couldn't find mine.  I couldn't just wear her shoes without asking.  Normally, I'm sure this wouldn't be an issue, but in my dreams borrowing shoes was off limits, I could feel it.  I wanted my cute shoes (if we're being honest, I don't think I had any cute shoes in college, I was pretty conservative, functional).   And they were gone, too, like my kiddos.  Panic.

So, what do you do when you can't find your giggling children OR a pair of really cute shoes?
You wake up.
And that's just what I did.

I'm glad I've got my priorities straight:
Kids THEN shoes.

p.s. I finished My Name Is Mary Sutter last night, my civil war book.  Loved it.  Unforgettable (to me).


Rebekah said...

Dreams are so random, but can be fun to remember.

Love that wreath on your door in the last blog.

Your world has such a magical look, Nette.

*I almost cried when I saw the man plowing the field in one of your blogs--i miss that, so much! Lucky girl!!

Debbie and Bobby said...

I have dreams like that ALL the time. And sometime it is highschool and kids, which is even weirder. And always I'm freaking out either because I can't find my kids or I'm not giving them enough attention, or I'm freaking out because I can't give my school work enough attention.

Kathy said...

ha ha ha - was i in your dream? c'mon - admit it. most people dream about me.

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