Vivid is the word I would use to describe my dreams at night. Crazy is the word Tony would use. A few years after we got married I had a vivid dream that a pitcher of water was over my head and about to pour. I looked and looked at it but it was too dark. So I sat up and turned on the light. But it was too bright. So I circled my hands and held them up to my eyes like binoculars. Then I woke up...with my hand binoculars over my eyes...and no pitcher of water over my head. And Tony staring at me like I was crazy. "Nevermind," I told him. It was just too hard to explain.
Dreams at night are such a mystery to me. How? Why? What on earth? This is what I want to know. The people who appear, the things they do, the places I am...crazy stuff. I have a recurring dream where I am supposed to be awake, but I am so sleepy I can barely hold my eyes open. Consequently the next day I wake up completely exhausted from trying to stay awake all night!
Whoever said sweet dreams is right, only my sweet dreams are from sunup to sundown. The first few months after Jacob was born and I was still adjusting to life at home, I would ask myself over and over, is this really my life? Is this really my baby? Is this really me? It's hard to believe I get to live this charmed life, staying home with my babies. What a privilege. What a dream.
There is no denying there are days when I'd rather be in my bed with hand binoculars over my eyes, but by far, my dreams are so much better when I'm awake.
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