Friday, July 12, 2013

Piqued

Yesterday I made the mistake of taking a nap and falling into a deep sleep with detailed dreams. In one dream my mom came through a door followed by my dad. It is funny how some part of my brain knew it was a dream, because Dad has passed. But the dream was so real and I was so glad to see him that I walked over to him and put my forehead on his chest and cried. I woke myself up crying. I think having been in Red River last week piqued my memories. I can't go to RR without thinking of Dad. Last week when I told Mom that I was going to RR, she asked if I was going to stay in Taos with my brother at his new house. I told her no. She asked if I thought I might fight with him.  Gee, Mom, I think at 55 years old I'm passed that now. So I told her that I was not going to stay with Craig because his house was in Taos and I was going to RR. I might go visit him in Taos, but RR was where I was going to be. It is where my friends are.  She replied, "You are more like your daddy than you know.' Why yes, I am. And yes, I know how much like my daddy I am. Thank you very much.

6 comments:

Buck said...

Isn't it so very strange how some dreams are SO real they wake you up? This has happened to me on numerous occasions, as well, and it never fails to shock me.

Bag Blog said...

Dreams are definitely strange. It the "why" we dream what we dream that makes me curious as well as why some dreams are more real and some are forgotten.

John said...

Enjoyed your comments kiddo!

Bag Blog said...

Thanks John.

Jo Castillo said...

Tis the season for dreaming I guess. Gene is dreaming more and acting out with his PD. He grabbed me by the hair the other night. Said he was rescuing a little girl from drowning. Not fun! Ha. Another night he was fighting with some guys from a barstool and fell out of bed, knocked over the nightstand and skinned his elbow. So, I am not remembering mine.

I hate to wake up tired or upset from a dream. Though it is good to know it was a dream, sometimes.

Bag Blog said...

I guess it is a season. I wonder what triggers dreams. Maybe it is like memories - certain sights or smells or situations trigger something in our brain.