In keeping with the decline in my health (what is that about anyway?) I am sick. Ugh. I am sick on the busiest weekend before the babies come. What timing! Leah's condition is changing, the babies are close. You can read about it, click here.
What is it about being sick that makes dreams so wacky and crazy? Maybe it is sleeping alot, or medication. I had a really weird dream today.
I was falling through the floor, like a ghost but not cloudy, just sinking. Me and my suitcase just sinking through the floor. When I made it through all the bright colors of passing through matter I was just simply floating in blackness. Not space, although my suitcase was spinning; zero gravity kind of thing. But I was just standing on blackness, staring into blackness, surrounded by blackness.
So. hmmm. I know. Weird. I have always been a vivid dreamer. But being sick always produces bizarre dreams.
So I found this picture to try and search out some meaning in my dream. It didn't help. I am no Joseph.
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