Sweet dreams…

I used to have extremely vivid and memorable dreams, the kind that would make my kids laugh happily when I told them then they’d pronounce me as weird. Like it’s my fault my mind comes up with such things as flying platypuses. Then I went on several psychiatric medications and it all changed. I now wake up from a richly vivid dream then it quickly disappears, like cotton candy in water. One second I have the whole dream, as detailed as a fine tapestry, then I only have somethi- and, oops, it’s all gone.

A couple of days ago I had two nights in a row with very short and memorable dreams. The first dream involved me going to Dollarama. All of you non-Canadians don’t know what you’re missing. Dollarama is the dollar store and I love going there for decorations like pictures, wall stickers, and word art. This dream found me, as usual, in the decor aisle where I found something, a picture of some sort, that was glittery, sparkly, and immediately loved.

The next time Colin and I went to Dollarama, we walked the aisles like usual and finally made it to the decor aisle. There something caught my eye on the bottom shelf where it would be easily overlooked. It was gold, sparkly, and the only one like it. I already know where I’m going to put it when I eventually move. It’ll be perfect in the dining room with my favourite photos of the kids.

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Some of the stars have gemstones and the sequins are loose

The next dream found me outside and sitting on a bench, I don’t know where, maybe Lakeview Park. A bubbly, vivacious woman approached me and complimented my hair. Then she asked me out. I, of course, accepted.

I don’t believe in fortune telling or prophetic dreams but I think I’ll be spending a bit more time loitering around park benches than I usually do.

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