I dream a lot. And I remember them often, whether good, bad, intuitive or just plain weird. When I’m stressed I get these crazy dreams where I’m gnashing my teeth together uncontrollably and soon they start to fall out and my gums turn to mush, but I’m still gnashing, and grinding, and panicking that I can’t stop. I usually wake up to R. Darling telling me that I’ve been grinding my teeth in my sleep.
But this morning I had a dream dripping with a recurring and fearful theme, one much worse than losing my teeth. This insidious mind cinema played itself out through my drifting mind with unmerciful glee. I couldn’t have stopped it if I tried. And when I woke, loneliness engulfed me. This dream, it grabbed me by the throat and poisoned me with its sadness, its fear, its agony. I know it wasn’t real and I know it’s ridiculous to let it get to me but I just can’t seem to shake it today. I feel completely unsettled.
So there’s been knitting, and ::gasp:: even an FO, but I’m waiting for the dream wraith to loosen its iron grasp so I can summon the proper amount of enthusiasm to do my knits justice. Until then, I’m leaving you with a couple Seattle photos from yesterday’s trip. We took my Dad down to the VA hospital for a procedure and while he was being worked on, we went down to the waterfront, enjoyed the sunshine and went for a stroll. Then lunch at Anthony’s Grill on Pier 66, a little knitting in the waiting room and back home to fall exhausted into bed. I know. Life’s rough ;)
Revolving ampersand sculpture at a Seattle waterfront park
The Seattle city skyline from Pier 66