lately, I’ve been having these vivid dreams. mostly having to do with family. I’d wake up thinking if that had really happened or not. I’d be in my bedroom, but thought I was in my bedroom from when I was a kid. from the door way, it looks like it could be my room, right across from my older sister’s, and an earshot away from my parents’. I wasn’t sure if I should call out. or not. but I’d wake up disturbed. in my dream, things had been misplaced, or what I thought was gone and donated were back, but loads of it. I’d have no where to store the old CDs, or whatever junk that was once part of my household. my parents had this “deal with it” attitude, which seemed perfectly normal. strange, because it felt like a memory more so than a dream. I had woken myself up as I normally do by screaming or talking in my sleep disagreeing about something. it felt strange. and it took more than a minute to gather myself to figure things out. it felt disorienting, concerning…I feel fine this morning, and already feeling productive. cleaning the floors. Link has made a mess, so doing the weekly thing. it’s a good habit to get into. especially if you have a robo vac that does a thorough upkeep of the place. you’d be surprised how much it collects in just a few days time. but it’s impressive.
my thoughts are my own