Dream Remembered - Livin' the Good Life
Apr. 1st, 2012
06:05 pm - Dream Remembered
It's not often that I remember my dreams. But this one has stuck with me for a week:
We were living with our children in a house I didn't recognize that was pretty unremarkable. There was one room in the house, a central room, that was never opened. For some reason I felt we weren't supposed to enter it. It looked unfinished on the outside. Then, one day I opened it on Damian's urging. We walked through the door and gasped. The room was huge! Like a convention hall or something. Sparkling white. Enormous windows. I asked incredulously over and over if this was really ours. Did we own this? We proceeded walking through the room, and it began disappearing while gradually turning into the outdoors. I realized we were in a park. Not just any park, but the most beautiful park I'd ever seen with magnificent mature trees and lush grass. Flowers everywhere. All was perfectly manicured. All along the edges of the park was old-fashioned playground equipment. Tall, tall swings with wooden seats. Those heavy metal monkey bars and enormous metal slides. Even the old merry-go-rounds they used to have when I was a kid (that were deemed too dangerous for later generations of kids) were there. I kept looking at Damian saying, "Is this ours? It seems to be in our house." I woke up, suddenly, feeling so happy and hopeful and JOYOUS!