It’s like a bed and breakfast but instead of a room in a house you get a cottage all to yourself.
Sigh, one day.
Showing posts with label dream. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dream. Show all posts
Monday, August 29
One day Erik and I will take a vacation, and it won’t be in the off season or just over to San Antonio, it’s going to be to a dreamy place during the best kind of weather and it’s going to be for a week, maybe a little less, but weekdays not just the weekend. And we are going to fly there and then we are going to veg out and sleep a lot and eat mad amounts of fatty foods and do amazingly fun and exciting things, have adventures and do things outdoors and it’s going to be amazing. Oh, and sex. Lots of it.
Thursday, July 30
Dream a Little Dream
I had a dream the other night, it was one of those dreams that seem to never end. I woke up no less than four times and every time I went back to sleep that dream was there waiting for me. I both love and hate those kinds of dreams. I love them because I love sequels, and that’s what returning to a dream and having it continue is like to me. I hate them because I never remember the entire dream. How am I supposed to remember the week long adventure when it gets crammed in to a five hour hole in my head I have to look at against the backs of my eyelids? Yes, my dreams are almost always projection movies in my head, with subtitles if someone speaks a foreign language. Neat, huh?
I do remember some of the dream though. It was post apocalyptic Galveston. Erik, Laine and I were living in a beached cruise ship. I say beached but there was no beach, Galveston wasn’t even an island anymore. At one point Erik had to walk to what we still called the Mainland to get supplies, as we had already used up any in the area. It seemed like the sun was always out and water came from big tarps stretched across the front of the boat to catch raindrops, which you had to take and put into bottles and store in the shade quickly before it evaporated. It was scorching hot all year round, even when it did rain. The beach had moved miles off shore and what we could see of the Gulf had turned into a poor copy of the Grand Canyon.
Everywhere was covered in sand (I've put in a picture to help me covey the sandy feel) and there were no birds or bugs or people anywhere except on the boat with us that we never actually saw, and we went out of our way to make sure they didn’t see us either. Every now and then we’d hear a loud siren, signaling us that whatever big bad was hiding in the Bay was getting close, and we’d have to go hide in our room with all lamps put out and making no sound until the siren sounded again meaning we were safe to come back out. We were never scared though we knew that whatever was out there would eat us if it had the chance. I have a mental image of a mix between the smoke monster from Lost and zombies, but I never actually saw it. As soon as we left the room we’d go and continue teaching Laine how to skateboard in the empty pool, or we’d take the maps from the old captain’s quarters and start righting out our story. We had no family or friends with us and no way of knowing where they were or if they even survived. We had no books or music or electricity or plumbing, but we were happy and had apparently been that way for a while, a few years if I read the feeling of the dream right.
That’s all I remember of the dream, not too interesting, but entertaining to watch in my head. I woke up thinking that it’s nice to know that nuclear holocaust won’t happen in my lifetime. That is of course hopeful thinking but I like to stay positive as far as the end of the world goes.
That dream got me thinking about other things that I’ll never see and all the things that I hope to see. I’d like to see my husbands business become exceedingly successful, I’d like to see my mother become famous for her devotional studies, I’d like to see my dad be able to retire to a place where he can lounge and read every book he ever dreamed of and I’d like to see my children grow up healthy and happy and have families of their own. These things are all plausible considering our circumstances as they stand today. I really do hope that I’m around when a woman becomes president, I’d like to see the Second Coming for sure and I want to be an active part in my grandchildren’s lives.
There are also some things that I know I’ll never see or be a part of in this lifetime. A good remake of Red Dawn; that of course will never happen, you can’t just throw together an ensemble like the one they had in the original, and even if you can get together an group of actors that could stand equal to the Wolverines there just no context that you could put the movie in for it to be relevant to the time, no more Cold War and it’s no longer believable that Soviet’s would attack mid-western America, we'll just have to wait for the next big bad enemy to pop up, then maybe they could do a good remake. ( I don't count what's going on in the Middle East. I mean they'll never be able to pull off a full blown arial strike. Do they even have planes?)
Also, I'll never live to see Texas secede. We talk big here but we’ll never actually try to pull away from the U.S. One, that would be dumb, and two, if we left we wouldn't be considered so big anymore and our size where our entire ego lies.
And Joan Rivers dying, I mean the lady is all plastic and batteries.
But of all the things that will not happen in my lifetime; the thing I am most bummed about is not seeing the invention of the time machine. I really was looking forward to getting my own flux capacitor.
I do remember some of the dream though. It was post apocalyptic Galveston. Erik, Laine and I were living in a beached cruise ship. I say beached but there was no beach, Galveston wasn’t even an island anymore. At one point Erik had to walk to what we still called the Mainland to get supplies, as we had already used up any in the area. It seemed like the sun was always out and water came from big tarps stretched across the front of the boat to catch raindrops, which you had to take and put into bottles and store in the shade quickly before it evaporated. It was scorching hot all year round, even when it did rain. The beach had moved miles off shore and what we could see of the Gulf had turned into a poor copy of the Grand Canyon.
Everywhere was covered in sand (I've put in a picture to help me covey the sandy feel) and there were no birds or bugs or people anywhere except on the boat with us that we never actually saw, and we went out of our way to make sure they didn’t see us either. Every now and then we’d hear a loud siren, signaling us that whatever big bad was hiding in the Bay was getting close, and we’d have to go hide in our room with all lamps put out and making no sound until the siren sounded again meaning we were safe to come back out. We were never scared though we knew that whatever was out there would eat us if it had the chance. I have a mental image of a mix between the smoke monster from Lost and zombies, but I never actually saw it. As soon as we left the room we’d go and continue teaching Laine how to skateboard in the empty pool, or we’d take the maps from the old captain’s quarters and start righting out our story. We had no family or friends with us and no way of knowing where they were or if they even survived. We had no books or music or electricity or plumbing, but we were happy and had apparently been that way for a while, a few years if I read the feeling of the dream right.That’s all I remember of the dream, not too interesting, but entertaining to watch in my head. I woke up thinking that it’s nice to know that nuclear holocaust won’t happen in my lifetime. That is of course hopeful thinking but I like to stay positive as far as the end of the world goes.
That dream got me thinking about other things that I’ll never see and all the things that I hope to see. I’d like to see my husbands business become exceedingly successful, I’d like to see my mother become famous for her devotional studies, I’d like to see my dad be able to retire to a place where he can lounge and read every book he ever dreamed of and I’d like to see my children grow up healthy and happy and have families of their own. These things are all plausible considering our circumstances as they stand today. I really do hope that I’m around when a woman becomes president, I’d like to see the Second Coming for sure and I want to be an active part in my grandchildren’s lives.
There are also some things that I know I’ll never see or be a part of in this lifetime. A good remake of Red Dawn; that of course will never happen, you can’t just throw together an ensemble like the one they had in the original, and even if you can get together an group of actors that could stand equal to the Wolverines there just no context that you could put the movie in for it to be relevant to the time, no more Cold War and it’s no longer believable that Soviet’s would attack mid-western America, we'll just have to wait for the next big bad enemy to pop up, then maybe they could do a good remake. ( I don't count what's going on in the Middle East. I mean they'll never be able to pull off a full blown arial strike. Do they even have planes?)
Also, I'll never live to see Texas secede. We talk big here but we’ll never actually try to pull away from the U.S. One, that would be dumb, and two, if we left we wouldn't be considered so big anymore and our size where our entire ego lies.
And Joan Rivers dying, I mean the lady is all plastic and batteries.
But of all the things that will not happen in my lifetime; the thing I am most bummed about is not seeing the invention of the time machine. I really was looking forward to getting my own flux capacitor.