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Oh my morning's coming back, the whole world's waking up
I dreamed I was in love with someone who was in love with someone else. Why must even my dreams be so uncool. lol :) Seriously, though, I think that's better than having to wake up from a very nice dream. Not all that often ( I'd say about once a year if I had to put a number on it) I have wonderful dreams in which I feel beloved. (My, I'm so embarassed to be saying such a stupid thing, I hope the sentence gets lost in the paragraph and no body ever reads it.) And then I wake up and I feel lousy all day. Sebastien says he usually doesn't remember his dreams, but he talks a lot during his sleep. He says things like "No, doing this is bad." or "I've already been to this place." and I find it insanely funny. My maman has a book on analyzing dreams, but I don't think she uses it much. The other day she told me she dreamed she was buried in dirty snow. My sister says she rarely remembers her dreams, but she has these Deja vu experiences a lot. They make her feel anxious, she once told me. My dog sighs a lot and often whines while she sleeps. When she wakes up, she goes frantic if she thinks she's alone in the house. I wonder what my baby godson dreams about. I hope he dreams about his mother's soft skin and his father's strong hands. I hope he dreams about his grandma doing stupid dances to make him laugh. I hope he dreams of the first thing he did upon being born; gripping my index finger tight in his tiny, tiny hand. My papa, I know he doesn't sleep a lot, but I hope than when he does, he dreams of freedom and motorbikes. And maybe of a happy family. And of a grandson he's never met.