Dreams

Dreams. Our imagination hard at work while we rest. How real they can seem, yes? It amazes me how a dream can determine my mood all morning. Last night my dreams were filled with old friends, loved ones, laughter and loss. All morning I have been sullen. An odd sadness overshadows this day, and although I have no reason to be down, I struggle to snap out of it.

This is where I beg to ask the question…do dreams so strongly affect others the way they do me? I vividly remember a time when I was young and I awoke in tears after dreaming my mother had died. If I dream someone has pissed me off, I awake ready to throw down (those times are a bit funny actually). Often I wake with a smile after dreaming of fun times with family and friends. However, just as often I wake with a deep sense of emptiness.

I dream of home, and all that I have missed. The family I have never met. The changes that occur without me. The life we left behind.

I dream of dear friends that have moved away. The people I shared pieces of my life with. The ones I won’t see for a long while. The ones I may never see again. People who touched my life and then moved on in search of a life of their own.

I dream of Alex. Simple things, like him playing with our kids or mowing the lawn. Sitting on the patio with Kim & Ronnie drinking a beer. Those dreams always seem to keep me down, because no matter how great my dreams of him are, I wake to the reality that he isn’t here and I am alone.

Ah. Deciding to make this one short. There are far too many thoughts in my mind and I am in no mood to make them funny.