Wednesday, April 27, 2016

What Do Dreams Mean?

Today was my first day in some days without errands to run, speeches to give, meetings to attend, and other peoples projects to maintain.  I slept in until about 8:00 which is hours late for me.  I got into my sweat pants and top, glad to see it was a cool, gray rainy day outside alleviating any guilt that I might have for not working in the yard.  I had my coffee and half a blueberry muffin and read for a while.  The phone was reasonably quiet since the primary elections are over for our area.

When I did decide to move I finished the last of two loads of laundry that I had started two days earlier while I watched CNN.  I refused to be embarrassed by what our politicians are saying in the primary finale but when I saw the news that Hastert, former GOP Speaker of the House and one of the leads on criticizing Clinton for his Lewinski affair, had been convicted of a decades old case of pedophilia with wrestlers on a team he coached and using money fraud to try to cover it up, I had had enough duplicity! (Tom Delay asking us to go easy on this poor fragile old man, said more about Delay than loyalty to a friend.  I wonder if Hastert had approached Delay's daughter would he still be so forgiving?)

I turned off the TV, worked on my emails, had fun with photography "painting" for an hour and then returned to my book reading after putting some Yoga music on the CD player.  I ate some cold chicken and a bit of fruit salad for lunch.  Even though I had had at least 8 hours of sleep I began to grow sleepy in the early afternoon and went to the bedroom and collapsed on the bed.

I was in the deepest sleep very shortly.  I kept fighting to try and waken and could not.  I was dreaming that I was in a house somewhere and a lovely young boy maybe 6 or so was outside playing.  He was my son or grandson, I could not get my mind around it, except that this angelic child with a lovely laugh was having so much fun on a sunny spring day and I could hear him through the open window.  I knew in my heart of hearts that I was missing out on this precious time, but try as I might I could not open my eyes or lift my head from the pillow.  I could not wake up!  Later when I finally pulled myself out of the stupor I realized that I had slept for over an hour!

I am not sure what the dream meant, but I do know I must have needed that sleep.

Now as a thank you for your interest, I will provide a photo-painting that I worked on using filters, highlights and shadows, hue adjustment and even painting some colors with the mouse during this gray day.




19 comments:

  1. I sure love that painterly image. Great job.

    Good for you wrt sleep. I wish I could do it -- sleep 8 hours, I mean. I'm having sad nights lately. :(

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  2. I remember the days when sleep was just a blissful thing. Sigh.

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  3. I do not know what it is like to sleep for eight hours. It sounds wonderful!

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  4. Your picture reminds me of that wonderful 40's animation from Disney. Just beautiful.

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  5. Seven hours of mostly sound sleep is a wonder for me. I try not to nap. But it sounds like you got just what you deserved, a very good rest!

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  6. If I sleep later than usual it ruins my entire day. So much to do, so little time. How could you just spend one hour doing such great work with the picture painting? If I could do that I wouldn't be able to stop. Lovely!

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  7. I enjoyed strolling through your day with you as I sit here with my tea, getting ready to start my own.

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  8. I have had dreams like that. You reminded me that I slept later than usual this morning, because I didn't want to leave my dream! :-)

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  9. I rarely nap and when I do it's usually only for about 30 minutes. but I have experienced that feeling of trying to wake up, drag yourself up out of deep sleep, struggle to open your eyes. and failing. it's a very weird sensation.

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  10. What a scary feeling, when you cannot wake even though you want to. Lovely art!

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  11. Yes, that's lovely. I wish you lived closer so you could teach me how to do that. I'm having a similar day which encludes making the bed and doing dishes. :)

    I do own my condo. The money for this every 15 year tenting comes out of the homeowners fees. Yes, they go up every year too.

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  12. I often feel almost guilty for being such a long, deep sleeper after hearing how hard it is for others to sleep soundly. I do realize it is a blessing. That feeling of knowing you are dreaming and desperately trying to wake is not pleasant, even if the dream has been so. I love your art work.

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  13. Well, I am a self proclaimed dream interpreter (everyone in my family comes to me with their dreams) and I think that the boy is a symbol of the sweetness of the day. Perhaps you feel a bit guilty for not doing more with your day but your body was demanding some down time. I think part of you thought you should be doing something more with the day and deep down you felt "guilty" for "wasting" the day away. But I think you did exactly what you needed to do. And as you said, it was a gray yucky day anyway. ;)

    I often have dreams that I am trying to wake up but I CAN NOT open my eyes. They are just too heavy and my entire body feels like it is filled with wet sand. Crazy feeling.

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  14. Very nice meditation and painting! I spent a couple of hours this a.m. discussing a research paper with a college student. He was good on structure but needed ideas as well as techniques to keep his writing flowing with the ultimate goal of producing a solid, readable and worthwhile work. It was fun for me, and I think he was grateful.

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  16. Sorry for double posting.

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  18. Sounds like a dream about just enjoying the simpler things in life. It also made me think your body really wanted some rest.

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