I had a dream last night. I was scribbling down some notes in my journal about what I wanted to write on my blog. I wanted to write about driving in the country with my grandmother, which I was at the time, about the old car that was like a little old study on wheels passing us by (complete with an old gentleman smoking a pipe), about Ollie who has my heart and how we were going to pick him up at the vet (just a routine checkup), on our way to the shop we shared. We were wondering if we'd arrive at our shop on time but then laughed and sighed knowing it didn't really matter, it was our shop after all. We were just excited to cut into the pie we baked for breakfast. I scribbled down in my journal that i wanted to jot more things down in this space, more quick thoughts, a little less explaining, just to be sure to get more thoughts down, lose less of them. I woke up smiling, Ollie snuggled next to me.
I know a wise lady who says that when you're visited in a dream by a beloved mother or grandmother it means something good is going to happen very soon. The last time I dreamt about my mom this proved true. I wonder if it will be this time. Have you heard of this before, has it proved true for you?
I didn't have a very happy day yesterday. Just some wintertime, tired of being sick blues. But it brought out some feelings and nerves about the future that I think I've been stuffing down and ignoring. A very dear friend of mine listened long enough to bring these things to the surface, and easily let it go when I wanted to rest the topic. A perceptive C, upon arriving home asked what was wrong and then gave a hug that brought tears. It's so good to get them out sometimes. It was good this time.
And then a dream. A dream in which I got to go for a long country drive with my grandmother (pie on the back seat) on our way to pick up one of the best things that's ever happened to me, my little Ollie, and then to our shop. Our shop. And then I woke up smiling.
I'm going to carry that feeling with me today. Because even if that good thing is just around the corner, the dream was good enough. Good enough. And whatever fears I have aren't fears about what matters most. All that matters most I have already.
What do think dreams are for?