Rain all over everything and I'm longing to say something without the least idea what. The nights are fairly drawing in and L is out extracting honey and I am too tired once again, as sleep has been troublesome a little again lately, though not in the same league as previously. I dreamed the night before last of my Dad lying dead face down on the green carpet near the French windows in the house where I grew up, which were flung open, a strong and somehow terrifying wind blowing the length of the room (which was long). I awoke with terror deep in my body, which seemed much more awake than my mind and to have far more knowledge of what was going on too. And then sleep was elusive as it took hours for the fear to ebb.
So, I'm here and I'm tired and it's autumn, clearly, with mists and mellow fruitfulness and all that, but not cold yet, not really, though we've had a few evening fires. I set off for work in the dark again now.
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Aren't dreams just the weirdest thing? I dreamed of my dad the other night, too. (He died in 2008). In the dream, he just walked up to me with a big smile on his face, but I panicked and said "no, no, no..." and woke myself up to keep the dream from going any further. Nothing bad happened in the dream, but it was like my dream self had a panic attack. Maybe I was afraid I'd think it was real and didn't want to wake up sad. Dunno.
You guys are beekeepers? My mom's a beekeeper! 8-)
L is part of a community bee keeping group! They got about 60 jars of honey last night...
Dreams can certainly change the aura of the day ahead, can't they? Whispers of images haunt and tittilate. Are they meant as a message or are they just remnants of an overactive imagination?
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