Another dream this morning...

My dream started with my grandson. In the dream he had unusual looking toys. I was enjoying scooping him up so he could reach and get on to these weird looking toys. As I was doing this, I noticed that the water started getting inside our house (It doesn't look like the house we have now). I was alarmed and nervous and I told my husband to call our builder's customer service to take care of the problem (it must be a new house).

When we moved to another room, I noticed that we were sharing our house with strangers. I could tell that the other area of the room belonged to them. In my dream, I could tell that our furniture were in disarray. I knew those furniture belonged to us. But I notice that these strangers were sitting on our couch talking and oblivious of our presence. I was getting upset and I called my husband's attention who seemed to look much older than he is. He got upset that these strangers were disrespectful and seemed to not mind our emotional state.

I woke up, but I tried to go back to sleep thinking that I might have a part 2 to the dream. Then, my little one, started tapping on my shoulder signaling that he is already awake and ready for the day.

I now actually look forward to having a dream every morning in that guestroom. I know that we always have dreams, but we will not remember the dreams most of the time. As far as I could remember, I've almost always have vivid dreams. But there were days that I would wake up and it seemed like I did not have a dream the night before.

For some reason, our guestroom brings vivid dreams to whoever occupies it, at least a dream that they could remember. My husband told me one time that he had a weird dream when he slept there. My mother in law occupied that room when she stayed with us. She also said that she was having dreams and some were weird.

It's probably just in my head, but I'm sort of scared sleeping alone in that guestroom. I can sleep alone in our master bedroom with no problem, but not in the guestroom.

Before we fixed the room and made it pretty for my mother in-law's 2 1/2 weeks stay with us, the room was cold and bare. When I could not handle my hubby's snoring, I would sleep in that room. The first night, I had a nightmare. I could tell I was sleeping but I felt like there was someone looking at me and I tried to wake up, but I could not. Another night, I'd turned on the light and covered the lampshade with a towel, but I could not have a good sleep. I almost always have a restless sleep. I would end having the same nightmare.  I always would end up going back to our room. By that time my husband's loud snoring would subside in the middle of the night. So far lately, I am able to sleep the entire night even when he would snore.

My son slept there when he was assigned to a temporary night shift at work. He said he could have a better chance at sleeping because we installed shades in our bedrooms that keep the sun from coming in, so we can have a restful sleep. My son had only told me once that he had a weird dream in that guestroom. The rest of the time he slept there, he could not remember dreaming anything.

So, it must be me and my wild imagination.

Well, I had another dream and it surely was a puzzle to me...

At first my dream was about the death of my mother (she passed away many years ago). This dream was a little blurry. One of my brothers was preparing my mother's body for the viewing and funeral. For some reason, on the way to the funeral parlor, the body broke into pieces. So my brother had to put the pieces together but just did a sloppy job because of the tight schedule he had as the body was needed to be viewed already.

The next scene I saw was the body was no longer my mom's but a friend of mine who became an integral part in changing my spirituality that made me what I am now and what I believed in. That was really weird.

As I analyzed my dream, I felt like it's a new beginning of a new journey in my life. That's what I thought.

It's so weird that when I sleep in our guestroom, I always have a dream. Never fails.

When my grandson is dropped off by his mommy in the morning, we would go back to sleep because it's still early and, it will keep him from being cranky the rest of the day. My grandson loves that guest room because of the lampshade that also look like a little aquarium. He likes it lighted because it shows the reflection of a group of fish moving around. He calls the fish "turleley."

Before I get off from the subject of this post, when both of us have gone to our separate lala land, I would start having dreams. Most of them are very clear and I could remember my dream until the next day.

Yesterday's dream was very funny: I saw myself talking to a friend I haven't seen for ages. Her name is Grace. In my dream, Grace was preparing for her marriage (in real life, she's already married). It seemed like she planned it for a long time. In my dream, she was very upset with me because I forgot that she asked me to be one of the bridesmaids. She was dissappointed with me that she would have her dog bite me.  When I promised her that I would be there in her wedding, she gave me a dress to wear for the wedding. On my way home, I was staring at the dress that was too small that only a Barbie doll could wear! Later in the dream, the real reason I keep on forgetting about the wedding was because I was not so sure if I could drive all the way to the wedding. Somehow a friend showed me the way how to get there to the church and the wedding reception.

When I got home, I was surrounded by relatives I have not seen in ages. These relatives were very wealthy and was making fun of me during one of my visits with them several years ago. Anyway, when I started getting ready for Grace's wedding, I jumped in the shower, but there was barely a drop of water coming out from the shower head. I started panicking and, to ease my anxiety, I started thinking that maybe I got it wrong. Maybe the wedding was not that day, but another day. Next thing, was my little one was waking me up and he was ready to eat his breakfast.

This morning, I had another dream, and I completely forgotten it, when I posted my dream from yesterday. It was good one, too... Oh, I remember it now...

In this dream, we were living in a big compound. We have a place to sleep; but we would eat our food together with the rest of the people that live in the compound. I would meet different people who have kids. A child was with me, but I do not know who he is. But I know he was related to me. He was all over the place and I would get scared that he would lose his way. Somehow in that dream, I realized I was on leave from work recuperating from an illness, because I was getting ready to go back to work. Suddenly, in my dream, I realized that we bought a house already and that we should be living in that house instead. My grandson once again started to let me know he was awake and ready to get out of bed.

Until the next dream... Now I look forward to having more dreams in that guestroom. In our own bedroom, I would have dreams there, too, but not always. It's always in the guestroom that I would have dreams in the morning.