Now that I’ve got this pretty Christmas decor in my blog, I cannot come up with fodder for an entry, so I’ll just wing it.
It’s been raining a lot here, so it’s been dark and depressing. I’ve had some very disturbing dreams lately, in the few hours around dawn that I usually get to sleep after lying awake, tossing and turning, for the entire night/morning before that time. For some reason, when I see the digital clock hit 4 a.m., my body relaxes, or my mind, and I drift off into a dream. Last night I had such a vivid dream about old friends and a kitty-cat who were in trouble, that I woke up all in a sweat and had to get out of bed and go into the bathroom just to shake out of it.
A lot of times my dreams take control of my operating system and I can’t shake them out. Some dreams are very involved and all day I will remember bits of them, but the strangest thing is that at the end of the day, when the dream/story has all but disappeared from my present memory, when I climb back into my bed at night, the minute my head hits the pillow and I close my eyes, there I am again, IN THE DREAM from the night before. It’s like I’ve just opened the door into the dream by being back in the bed where it was produced. It’s like the dream has been living there in my bed all day, just waiting for me to join it again.
I also can wake up out of a dream, shake it out a bit by walking around, and be totally awake but then go back to sleep and right back into the same dream where I left off. How can this be?
For these reasons, which have been my sleep patterns for most of my life, I have come to the belief system that dreams are just as much a reality life plane as our waking life plane is. They are another dimension of our lives. A parallel universe, if you will (Rod Serling is coming into my mind’s view right now).
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In the life department here, it’s been the same old/same old for us. Paul hasn’t gotten out lobstering a lot lately due to all the wet windy weather. However, he did get out today finally, and he’s glad of it. Oh how he hates to be cooped up her with me all day! He does have his own work to do in his basement workshop where he does all his trap and gear work. He never is really without a project down there, but sometimes he will just go up to his desk and sort through his bills, and/or his parents’ bills (he does their finances for them now), and then will retire over to his bed, put the light on and read his stash of reading material that piles up on his bedside table. It’s all British material, mostly Yorkshire stuff. Like the magazines that we subscribe to: Dalesman, Cumbria, The Countryman, Scotland, and Britain magazines. Oh, and his favourite, Down Your Way. That last one is a nostalgia magazine with the articles written by the readers about their lives in years gone by. Yorkshire people telling true and very interesting stories of growing up in Yorkshire (our favourite place on earth, if you hadn’t figured that out yet!).
I’ve got all my Christmas preparations (which isn’t all that much this year) done. Just a few gifts for Paul left to wrap. All my far-away friends’ gifts have been sent, and most received by now. A quiet holiday will be had by us here. As usual.
I have started two projects. Well, I have one going and one is coming. Actually I started the second one, which is to make crochet or knitted cafe curtins for over the kitchen sink. I started to crochet them out of string but it was way too hard on my hands and was taking me forever, AND I didn’t have a pattern I was following but was just making it up as I went along. Not a recipe for success.
So I shelved that and ordered some white yarn and downloaded a pattern for cafe curtains – to be knitted this time. Kind of lacy looking. These are the curtains (I’ll need two):
Straight on view of the pattern:
And the other project I can’t talk about here because the person I’m making it for might read this. I won’t get it done for about another year anyway. It’s very slow-going and my hands can only do so much handwork at a time.
Better end here. I almost lost this whole entry.
Ta ra friends. Until next time…