Friday, June 05, 2009
dreaming
i dreamt i sat on my grandmother's front porch, with my grandmother and my grandfather. my grandfather was restless. he wanted to go on an adventure...and he wanted to give me a broken metal bookmark (the kind that slides over the page like a paperclip). he pressed the bookmark into my hand several times. there was a blue star on the top. finally, sitting together (somehow) at the top of the inside staircase, i took the bookmark. then, we agreed to throw caution to the wind and go on a roadtrip, all of us piling together into the car to drive north and visit with everyone in massachusetts.
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Stop by California, too!
I have a lot of dreams that take place in that house. Grandaddy is often there, and we visit and cook and sometimes I get stuck on the stairs.
We'll be there! I'm sure the journey can't take much longer than it did for us to reach the top of that staircase...
Hmmm...I'm often surprised, after waking up, at the geography of dreams. I don't often dream of Grandmama and Grandaddy's house, though.
I dream of one Grandparents house but not the other. I never dream of the house my mom lives in but I do dream of the house I lived in before that. I dream of the house in St. Louis but not the house I live in now. Go figure.
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