July 3, 2007



  • For the first time, I could not remember my dream in the guestroom this morning! My two year old grandson was a bit restless in his sleep this morning, so when he would move, he'd wake me up. Without his knowledge, he was hitting my face with his little hand.


    I knew I had a dream because I retained bit and pieces of it here and there. But the whole dream was just not so clear. Between suddenly waking up and going back to sleep, I knew I had two dreams. Shucks! I wish I could remember them.


    Well, my grandson's mommy is off tomorrow for Independence Day, so, I would not see him until Thursday.


    My dream on Sunday though was still clear in my mind. In my dream, I was a lot younger and I was working in a commercial plaza. No indication as to what job I hold, but I was always roaming all over the building. I was in different stores all the time. When it was time for lunch, I went to a small, dark refreshment store that serves lunch. I ordered some food and when it was ready, I realized I did not have my purse with me. So, I told the store owner that I will be back leaving behind the food I ordered. When I went back to where I was working, I got sidetracked with all the things I was seeing in some boutique or small fashionable shop checking clothes and costume jewelry and what not. When I remember about the food I ordered, it was late into the night and stores were closing. I felt bad that I was not true to what I promised to be back to pay for my order.


    Happy