Yesterday was a very difficult day. It was one of those where I woke up quite excited and went to bed a bit depressed, which also means it was exhausting. I admit that I didn’t have high expectations for today after all that drama, but then I had the weirdest dream last night…
I dreamed that I was back in Alabama, near the lake we usually go to for family events and fishing (see above photo). Clearly very late for a family event, I was trying to gather all of our stuff so I could take it back home. Only I couldn’t be certain what belonged to my party since I wasn’t actually there for the party. I hooked up the boat I thought was my dad’s then went inside to gather things. The building was a cross between a pharmacy and my grandparents’ house (dreams, eh?). Although there was no one I knew present, there were plenty of strangers wandering around doing their thing as though everything were perfectly normal.
After I felt I had everything packed up, I went outside to get the truck. Only the truck was in the water with the boat (because that’s just how it happens in dreamland). I asked a very nice guy to help me unhook the boat because I wasn’t 100% sure it was my dad’s. I decided to leave it and come back for it with someone who would know. He seemed bummed I didn’t want to take the boat out and join his party, but did reluctantly agree to help me. I, for some reason, went to run around a fence I could’ve easily climbed to go assist this nice guy who had agreed to help.
Next thing I know, I’m running down the road in a fluffy white dress. I realize I’ve missed my turn so I climb that fence (which was much more imposing, especially in a dress) and cut across the park which surrounded the lake. As I crested the hill, the sky went dark grey and a perfect, radiant rainbow popped out against the clouds. Then the bottom fell out and a warm summer rain hammered down. I began to sprint along the path I’d come across and passed another girl in a white dress carrying an umbrella. We did the usual girly OMG-squee thing as we hurried in our opposite directions. Then it hit me that we were both wearing wedding dresses. The realization was so strange, I stopped and looked around. I could see another bride in her white dress running for cover amongst the trees near the water’s edge. She met up with her groom and they were laughing. Then I realized that I was laughing too. I wasn’t scared – just wet, somewhat bemused, and…happy.
I continued on my way to assist with the boat, but when I finally got to the boat launch, I found the truck and boat safely on land and perfectly parked (an impossible task). The keys were in the truck waiting for me. I unhooked the boat trailer and climbed in the truck to watch it rain and try to figure out why I was wearing a wedding dress. Then I was pounced on by a giant white rug…which turned out to be my cat causing chaos in hopes of an early breakfast (smile).
When I woke up, I was struck by three things: 1) I was smiling – as weird as it all was, I was indeed happy in that dream; 2) the dream had erased most of the negative energy from yesterday; and 3) I want to go home. Luckily, I have a plane ticket to do just that for Independence Day. I admit I hadn’t been looking forward to the trip with great enthusiasm, but now I’m ready. I need a break and a safe place to unwind, and no matter what changes, my dad’s will always be that place for me.
I can sort of piece together where all the different odd details came from out of this dream, but whether they mean anything or what that meaning may be (beyond a purging of my sub-conscious), I don’t know. And honestly, I’m not super sure I want to know. I really just want to hold on to this feeling and have a good weekend. 🙂
Do you often remember your dreams?
Happy weekend everyone!!