Another Round Of Dreams

Last night, when I went to bed, I knew exactly what I was going to blog about today.  I was going to post about how Micah and I are in the midst of a January blah mood.  The weather just does not allow for much fun outside the house.  Instead, this post is about something else.  Mikey's not the only one dreaming.  I had my own dream.  I think it was more of a nightmare.  You see, I dreamed about a snake chasing me.

Let me start with a little information about myself and dreaming.  I hardly ever have dreams or rather, I hardly ever remember that I dream.  On rare occasions, I will wake up and feel an extreme emotion {i.e. anger, sadness, giddiness, etc.}.  I assume that I had a dream, and remember the emotion that I felt, but not the visuals of the dream.  Even more rare, will I wake up and remember a scene or two from a dream.  Still more rarely, I wake up and recall an entire dream.  Well, this morning I remembered all the details.

The dream starts with me looking at several young teenagers, roughly 12 to 13 years old, being driven away in a police car.  Then the scene switches.  I am now walking down an urban street with my dad.  He is carrying a pizza, and we're talking.  Finally, we get to his place.  My mom is sitting in my dad's truck.  He says," She must like me.  She brought my truck."  Then we all are standing around talking.  Suddenly, one of the boys from the police car, yells down from a window to my dad, "Dad, I'm going out with my friends tonight.  Remember I told you we were going bowling."  My dad crosses the street to go talk to the boy.  This leaves my mom and I standing talking.  Then my mom and I realize that there is a snake attempting to leave a storefront that we are standing in front of.  It is pushing against one of the push/pull glass doors that are in stores.  The snake finally pushes out of the store, and heads toward my mom and I.  We do what I assume most people would do, and split into different directions.  The snake turns, and heads directly toward me.  Then I wake up.  The dream was so vivid, and real.  I woke up with a prayer on my lips.

First, my five year old brother, Nicky, should be the only boy calling our father dad.  The boy didn't look anything like Nicky, or what I imagine Nicky will look at that age.  Second, my dad does not live in an urban area, and I can't imagine that changing.  Third, I doubt my mom would be driving my dad's truck while my dad walks.  I also don't see my dad allowing his son to tell him where he's going to be, especially if he had been arrested or brought home by the police.  There are just too many weird things going on in this dream. 

So what does this dream mean?  I have no idea, but I hope it's not a warning of bad things to come.  Of course, I went to Mr. Google.  This website had information about what a snake chasing you means.  Apparently, I am either (1) caught up in a situation that I am trying to avoid, or (2) running away from an unsettling situation or part of my personality.  There's more information about dreaming about snakes in different situations here.  So what do you think my dream means?  Have you ever dreamed about snakes?

Dream A Little Dream

I hardly ever do posts specifically about Mikey.  Let's just face the fact that Micah is the star of this blog.  Of course, you get the occasional post about myself or something that I'm interested in, but we know that's because I write the blog.  That means I get to feature myself on occasion.  Mikey, however, works while Micah and I are at home.  He also just isn't as entertaining as Micah, so he doesn't show up as much on the blog.  It's funny because we wouldn't be growing up as Giles' without him. 

Anyway, on to the point of this blog post.  Mikey has been having dreams of lately.  He's been dreaming of his mother for the last couple of weeks.  She died two years ago today after a long battle with cancer.  I'm convinced that he's dreaming about her because it is around the time of the anniversary of her death.  Mikey is not convinced.  That could probably be because of his last dream.

In that dream, Mikey is standing, and his mom walks up to him and hands him something.  He has no idea what the something is.  His mom walks away.  He yells out after her, "What is this?"  She glances back and laughs, but continues to walk away.  Mikey is left standing there holding the item.  Then he wakes up.  We don't know what she gave him, but we're hoping for a financial windfall.

Mikey and his mom were very close.  They were two peas in a pod.  She was such a strong influence on his life.  I realize that she shaped the man that he is today.  She helped to build the wonderful man that I get to share this life with.  She was a wonderful woman, and we miss her everyday. 

Have you ever dreamed about someone who is deceased?  What do you think Mikey's dream means?

This post is written with Mikey's permission.  I asked his permission because it's a very personal subject for him.

Pieces of Hope

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The hope of a secure and livable world lies with disciplined 

nonconformists who are dedicated to justice, peace and brotherhood.

                                            ~ Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

On my way to take Micah to the doctor's office this morning, the radio program that I was listening to played a clip of one of Dr. King's speeches.  The speech included Dr. King explaining about being stabbed, and receiving  a letter from a young lady.  He went on to explain that if he had sneezed after he was stabbed the knife would have severed his aorta, and he would have bled to death.  The young lady's letter said that she was happy he had not sneezed.  I, too, am happy that he did not sneeze.

Dr. King gave a nation pieces of hope, with his vision and his eloquent speech.  He inspired a nation to stand together to fight against the injustices that had been for centuries.  Listening to that clip this morning reminded me of the rights and opportunities that I have today that were not the reality for my great-grandmother my age, or even my grandmother.  Listening to that clip gave me pieces of hope for my son, that he will live in a world were the dreams of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. are realized.  I hope to see the day.

What if...

There’s this feeling that I get, and it’s beginning to nag at me more and more often. A part of me really feels like Baby Giles may be a girl baby and not a boy baby. Every dream that I’ve ever had about the baby has been about a girl, with the exception of one. I see a girl in my dreams, and I speak about having a girl in my dreams. Even when I think about my baby in my dreams, I feel like that baby is a girl.

It is very weird to me. I don’t know if my mother’s intuition is trying to let me know that the ultrasound technician got it wrong this time, or if my subconscious is letting me know that I really want a girl, even if consciously I say that it doesn’t matter. When I mentioned it to Mikey, he said that he would be just as happy with a girl as he would be with a boy.

The funny thing is that when I mentioned my dreams to my mother, she said that in every dream that she’s had about the baby, Baby Giles has been a girl also. I guess we should start hunting a girl name, just in case Micah is a she.

Dream a Little Dream

Sometime last year, I dreamed that I was sitting talking to my friends, and in my lap was this beautiful little girl. She had the roundest cheeks, and fat rolls down her arms. She had beautiful, soft, thick hair. And she was beautiful. From that day on I was convinced that that baby in my dreams was my baby. Yesterday morning Mikey woke up and reported that he had dreamed we had a girl. I am now convinced that we are having a girl. We'll see how long it is before I change my mind.