I’m one of those
people who dreams vividly and in color – I always have. It boggles my mind when
my husband tells me he doesn’t dream, or that he doesn’t remember his dreams. I usually remember most of my dreams, or at
least flashes of them, on a daily basis.
And, depending on what’s going on in my life at that time, I tend to
dream of certain things. We used to have
two cats, and when we lost them in the early 2000’s, it was as if we’d lost our
children. Actually, they were our
kids. I found when I was missing them
the most, they would visit me in my dreams.
Every so often, I
dream about my dad, and the sister I lost in 1991. I’ve analyzed those dreams, and they usually
occur when I’m missing them the most, or when I have something exciting I wish
I could share with them. When something big
is coming, I dream about it, and I think that’s my way of looking at every
scenario that could happen.
When I’m troubled,
I dream about my grandmother’s house.