Locust of Leave
Oct. 1st, 2018 09:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoThe Tylenol may have worked to some extent. But now I have a cough that may be due to a cold, or to side effects of the Wellbutrin. So, when I woke up at 4 am, the pain in my knee was tolerable, but the coughing kept me awake for quite awhile. I gave up and got up after less than five hours of sleep. I waited for the Sparrowhawk to get up, had a cup of tea and chatted with him, and then decided I should try to take a nap. I figured the Sparrowhawk would just be sitting by himself, reading, anyway, so I lured him to come upstairs and read in bed while I napped. I think he fell asleep for awhile. By this expedient, I managed to bring the sleep total up to 6+ hours. But I feel as if I did nothing today but eat and sleep! It rained all night and continued to rain most of the day.
I had such a great dream while I was napping. I dreamed my parents were both still alive, and had come to stay with me. In real life, this would have been extremely difficult (although I tried--in vain--to talk them into it anyway). In the dream, we had a comfortable space for them, and everyone was happy. My daughters were both visiting, as well. Tron was making a list of art supplies she needed for a project. The list was written in colorful felt-tip pens and pastel crayons. It was a work of art in itself. I thought that we should go out soon and buy the things on her list. The Diva was in the kitchen, chatting with my father's friend and former office-mate, Jack, who was alive again too. He never married and was like part of the family when I was a child. He came to dinner often and was always invited for Christmas and holidays, although, being Jewish, he regarded the festivities with a combination of zest and irony. He was talking with the Diva just the way he used to talk with us when we were young. They were discussing train schedules, and he asked her when a particular train would arrive.
I ran upstairs, where there was a screened balcony in the treetops, and saw the train out the window. "It's just arriving now," I called to them. "The train goes right past our house." In one of the branches, I saw a mother and baby spotted turtle. They were like cartoon turtles, with smiling faces. On another branch, a turkey perched. It was the kind of turkey that children draw for Thanksgiving, with its tail all puffed out. I ran downstairs to tell them what I'd seen. I felt so happy that my parents were staying with us. I thought of their old house, standing empty, and thought I'd better go there sometime and make sure everything was all right. But there was no need for them to go back.
It was like the Mole's house, after he moved in with the Water Rat, in The Wind in the Willows. I think that was the first real book I owned. My parents bought me a copy when we were in Germany and I was two or three years old. I carried it with me constantly. I left it out in the yard once, and it got rained on. But they dried it off, and it was as good as new. Books were sturdy in those days. Ratty was always my viewpoint character: passionate, in love with the river, always trying to write poetry. I also loved the wise and powerful Badger, with his safe house in the Wild Woods, but I wasn't old enough to play the Badger then. I had been thinking, before I went to sleep, that I wished my kids still lived in the same house with me. I wouldn't want to interfere with their lives--I'd just like to be able to hear the sounds of their comings and goings. This dream made me think that maybe we all do still live in the same house--time and space being only modes of thought, and all.
I had such a great dream while I was napping. I dreamed my parents were both still alive, and had come to stay with me. In real life, this would have been extremely difficult (although I tried--in vain--to talk them into it anyway). In the dream, we had a comfortable space for them, and everyone was happy. My daughters were both visiting, as well. Tron was making a list of art supplies she needed for a project. The list was written in colorful felt-tip pens and pastel crayons. It was a work of art in itself. I thought that we should go out soon and buy the things on her list. The Diva was in the kitchen, chatting with my father's friend and former office-mate, Jack, who was alive again too. He never married and was like part of the family when I was a child. He came to dinner often and was always invited for Christmas and holidays, although, being Jewish, he regarded the festivities with a combination of zest and irony. He was talking with the Diva just the way he used to talk with us when we were young. They were discussing train schedules, and he asked her when a particular train would arrive.
I ran upstairs, where there was a screened balcony in the treetops, and saw the train out the window. "It's just arriving now," I called to them. "The train goes right past our house." In one of the branches, I saw a mother and baby spotted turtle. They were like cartoon turtles, with smiling faces. On another branch, a turkey perched. It was the kind of turkey that children draw for Thanksgiving, with its tail all puffed out. I ran downstairs to tell them what I'd seen. I felt so happy that my parents were staying with us. I thought of their old house, standing empty, and thought I'd better go there sometime and make sure everything was all right. But there was no need for them to go back.
It was like the Mole's house, after he moved in with the Water Rat, in The Wind in the Willows. I think that was the first real book I owned. My parents bought me a copy when we were in Germany and I was two or three years old. I carried it with me constantly. I left it out in the yard once, and it got rained on. But they dried it off, and it was as good as new. Books were sturdy in those days. Ratty was always my viewpoint character: passionate, in love with the river, always trying to write poetry. I also loved the wise and powerful Badger, with his safe house in the Wild Woods, but I wasn't old enough to play the Badger then. I had been thinking, before I went to sleep, that I wished my kids still lived in the same house with me. I wouldn't want to interfere with their lives--I'd just like to be able to hear the sounds of their comings and goings. This dream made me think that maybe we all do still live in the same house--time and space being only modes of thought, and all.
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Date: 2018-10-02 02:46 pm (UTC)