
Dreams, lol, since becoming a mom I don't have much time to dream, be it day or night.
Last night, I dreamed that my Kindle broke in half, I woke up devastated. The Kindle revolutionized my life, I was able to be a bookworm after children. I don't spend all of my reading time trying to find my spot because small fingers pulled out my bookmark.
I have had a handful of dreams that have stuck with me through the years.

When I was in middle school my grandfather, Robert, passed away after a hard fight with cancer. When he died we knew it was coming, we'd known for weeks. He spent at least a month withering away in a hospital bed. I can't imagine he was happy in his last days, looking back I know realize he was probably doped up on pain killers and out of it. He couldn't see, hear, or talk.
The night that he died I dreamed of our family sitting in his study. We were sitting there waiting for someone to talk to us. Robert walked in, in a white suit, with a white aura. He told us that he would be okay and that he would miss us. We said our goodbyes and he left. It was very peaceful.
For years after that I had nightmares about my grandparents house, dark evil figureless shadows haunting my grandfather's study and the bedrooms. We lived next door to my grandparents and I avoided those rooms until I had children and could no longer do so.

Have you seen Road Trip? I love that movie and when I was pregnant with my son I had a dream that my husband had an affair with
Rhonda. It cracked me up and I still tease him about it even though it was almost 7 years ago.
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