I keep having this dream. It happens every few weeks. The idea and setting are the same, the only thing that is different is place the plane crashes. I am always at home with my whole family here, and I am looking out my back window. I am watching this airplane come towards my house and I am thinking "what do I do, there is nothing I can do". So I just stand there. At the last second it veers east and hits the grocery store parking lot. My house gets pummeled with burning debris and I have a few minutes to run frantically locating everyone, and getting everyone out of the house. This time I looked out of the babies window, and there were already truck backed into my yard picking up the debris. One of the men on this crew looked at me and asked me if I was going to go put that fire out because their job was clean up, not fire fighting, so they couldn't clean it up until it wasn't on fire. I ask him if it was a gas tank and wasn't it going to explode, and he replied 'well, you better hurry then'. The whole time I am assessing damage to see if we could still live in the house, because I am not moving back in with my parents. (that whole part is a little comical to me. My house would have to be hit be an airplane to have to move in with family. Of any sort)
My kids always end up okay, even though the babies room has been hit in a few dreams. Sometimes I am able to get my kids together as the plane is crashing, and we get into the basement. (that must be my safe place because that's were we hold up in case of a zombie apocalypse too.)
Last night, my final thought as I was waking up....... maybe I can get a new house out of this. Maybe these dreams are about still not having the main parts of my house finished, and just wanting to get out of it. A little extreme? maybe.
This are going pretty normally around here. If you haven't heard yet, we are having a girl in march. I am tired and my joints are stiff. But, I am old. And tired. And pregnant.
My in laws sold there house of 30 + years. Kind of huge.
We just go on from day to day. Nothing too exciting. Which is prefect. Our ward split a few months ago. Which caused me to be released from RS President, and Trent called as YM's president in our new ward. I kind of miss it. I liked having something important to do. Well, important out side of the house. And then, I don't miss it.
Trent is registered to start school in January, which I am so excited about. It's time.
3 comments:
Congrats! I didn't know. I am sure your claim of being tired and sore is an understatement! But I am excited for your new addition. You are a great mom!
I have been a blog slacker as of late...so sorry. But I am so excited to hear of your new baby! You are the worlds best mother and such a fabulous example to me :) p.s. I think the dream is a prego dream. I always had wild dreams.
That is a crazy dream. I used to have the same re-occuring dream where we were still living in our old house here and I would look out the window to see the jolly green giant coming toward the window and I'd hide in the closet (in yours and Kristy's old room) and then I'd hear him trying to rip the roof off our house. Pregnancy definitely does some strange things and makes you dream weird things. :-) Glad that the kids are always safe in yours though.
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