Tuesday, February 01, 2011
My brother made this tweety bird when he was either in the second or third grade. According to mom, my brother incisted that we put it on the Christmas tree, and this little guy has become a seasonal "regular" ever since.
I say this today, being February and all, only because I was looking for a treasure to touch my heart. Today is just a crazy day in the world.
Egypt is in chaos, Australia is facing a catastrophic typhoon/cyclone/hurricane, and the US is facing catastrophic snow and ice event. Every day I get the joy of experiencing time with mom, hearing from family, reading blogs and journals from OC sisters, emails from friends, and yet I still have nightmares.
Last night I dreamnt that I was attacked by a pack of dogs. In the dream, I was visiting a family and they had at least a dozen dogs. The house was all junky and the family had lots of kids. None of these people are "real" people I know, just fabricated people. I was sort of an uninvted guest, arriving to return some clothes I had borrowed. I entered the living room and was assaulted by big dogs, and they were of all kinds of different breeds. The thing was, they would growl and put their jaws around my ankles, but only press lightly, to intimidate me. Then, amongst them were a few gentle loving puppies and smaller dogs who "loved" me. They would come up to me and beg me to pet them, making my heart sing with joy.
The father of the house was trying to teach me how to gain the trust and love of the big mean dogs. He was telling me how to talk to them, how to reach out, how to signal to them that I wanted love, not harm. So I tried and tried, but was only able to gain the trust of a few dogs.
Suddenly, the mom of the house asked me to take two sick dogs home, so that I could care for them. She gave me two dying smaller dogs, and I embraced them and took them home. My roommates got angry with me for bringing them home and made me place them on the outside porch. I was looking at them and then I was suddenly thrust back into the home of that same family again.
Only this time, their house was an airplane trapped under water. Like living under the sea, you could look through the windows and see fish, dolphins and whales in the beautiful blue water. The family again was annoyed with my presence, but was polite and asked me to play a game of cribbage. Only, it wasn't cribbage, it was a game I'd never seen before. It was more like something you'd see in a Harry Potter movie, and I was terrible at playing the game. Suddenly, the airplane started to succumb to the pressure of the water, and started leaking. We all started running out of the plane and ran straight back into the dark and cluttered house.
Then I woke up.
So as I sit here and type, and watch the news, and wonder why I can't get my behind up and exercise, I wonder what THIS dream means. Just bizarro!
Ironically, I was on You Tube last night watching cute puppy videos. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm
I hope we find some warmth and peace in the world today.