I’m at this point asking God if I have to post it right now, because I’d rather think about it a little more.  Even though I don’t think I’d unmask anything more than what I have at this point.

I also learned from Psych last semester that everytime we revert to a memory, it’s accuracy decreases- we “fill in” details we don’t remember, change what was traumatic, rationalize depending on our emotion at the time, etc.

Anyway… the cleaner my room and my mind gets, thus far, the clearer and more accurate my dreams have been becoming.

Like I mentioned, amidst the crazy that are these dreams, they were just starting to feel normal to me.

And then this dream.

There was a little boy and his father, we were in a small, cramped apartment.  But the wide/large windows helped make the space seem bigger.  They were both white.  Sitting at his desk, the guy picked up the phone to make a breakfast order- I assumed so that when they went to the restaurant, it would be ready; he made his order, and asked his son what he wanted.  (He must have been about three (or five- I’m terrible with guessing age.)

“Honey!”  I noticed that both had native british accents.  And as he was speaking to the waitress on the phone, the scene switched and for a brief moment I was able to see her.  It was like I was watching a movie. 

“No Honey,” he was showing and displaying the menu to the little son.  (I’ll call him C for Charlie, just for kicks).  It took C no more to give back the menu.  When we both saw, he was pointing at a golden microphone.  I wanted to laugh.

-  The dream then shifted; it was C and his mother now.  She was sitting at a computer desk, the keyboard was thin and flat.  He was asking her questions.  I think he may have been annoying her, but she was raised with no anger in her life.  She wouldn’t know how to be angry, even if she needed to.  I thought of how blessed she was.  She also had a british accent.

At this point I woke up and was going “WTFreak??”   The dream seemed all too real, yet made no sense at all.  I woke up feeling like this dream was extremely important, yet I could make no justification on why…  I started to think about it, I thought of the possibilities, and then this happened:

I was half-returned to a state of sleep, and I returned to the dream.  Except at this point it seemed more like a vision.  It was C and his mother again.  This time she was frantically stuffing things into a baby bag, and though it was broad (and beautiful) daylight, outside there was chaos.  I couldn’t see down the large bay windows, since I was further into the room, but I was hoping she would stop packing and calm down because she had nothing to worry about.  I think Charlie was standing near towards my left, just watching his mother.