In this day of global communication and the shrinking world due to Internet and social media, I am amazed to see the statistics on my blog posts, which I have just seen for the first time. So many have never – not ever – been read by even one person! Good thing all I have invested is my time. I’m not sad about it though.
Dream 1: I am at Ike and it’s 6:00 and I need to be at Davis to meet a teacher, right now. I don’t have my car with me. I get out of the building and start to run. It is uphill all the way, like going up Grand hill in Vancouver. (In real life, it has a hill, but not that steep.) I am running, and it’s a struggle. I think of Jesse Owens (we just saw the movie “Race” yesterday) and how he just kept running, so I keep running.
I arrive at Davis nearly 45 minutes later. The area is set up for a large banquet, and I see my friend, Rose, wearing a pretty yellow dress, holding the microphone and standing on the platform. She is directing people, and I see that she is the guest speaker. I call out her name, but a man lowers a large netting between me and the platform, so I can’t get to her. She smiles and I try to get to where she is, but I can’t get through.
Dream 2: I am in an office area at the Deaf school (which has been completely remodeled) and a lady asks me where I work. I tell her I work at the school for the Deaf, then after she leaves, I begin to laugh. I turn to the two ladies working at the desk, and tell them, “She asked where I work, and I said the Deaf school, but I haven’t worked here for 5 years! I work for University of Washington now.” Then I notice the two ladies are Carolyn B. and Julie L. from my grade school – high school days. I ask them if they have been invited to the reunion, and they nod, and I say, “Of course you have.”
I need to get back over to the Blind school where my husband, mom and dad are waiting for me, so I go out the door. The whole area is fenced, and I look for a way out. I go to the left, knowing that my exit should be to the right, but I need to find a gate or opening. I see a priest and a rabbi coming, carrying Easter eggs. They go into a door to a new auditorium. Then more people start to follow, including Gary S. carrying his grandchild, and I realize they are here for a community Easter egg hunt. I begin to climb the grassy hill and go the other way, because I need to get out of here. I see a large parking garage and notice the other end is open, so I can cut through there to get out. Two little girls in pretty dresses start to follow me, so I direct them back the other way, asking, “Don’t you want to go to the Easter egg hunt?” They get all excited and go back.
Inside the large parking garage, I find an album on the ground, a record album, and the cover is thick, as if it holds about 5 albums. The cover is light blue with a small rectangle in the middle with a photo of a man with a beard, wearing a light blue hat, and he is looking directly at the camera. The one word on the cover says “Nashem.” I pick up the album and start to carry it with me, as I climb this hill and exit the garage, but guess what: I am inside another building.
I decide I don’t want the Nashem album, it’s not mine, so I leave it propped up on the floor. I get this feeling I can never escape from this place; then I see that a side door is not quite latched, so I finally get out of there.
The sunlight is extremely bright after being inside the dark building, so I squint my eyes as I walk. I climb the grassy hill until I reach an asphalt sidewalk that I know leads to a cross street, then I will be on Grand hill, not far from my turn to the Blind school. It is so bright and the hill is so steep, and I think, ‘this is my second time climbing this hill today’ (referring to my previous dream). Finally, with my eyes still mostly shut, I see shadows of cars, and I know I am approaching a parking lot. I go between two shadows, and as I get to the cars, my head still down and eyes barely open, I am startled to see a face looking up at me!
“Ahhh!” I shout. It is my dad, and he is lying on the ground, working on our car. We begin to laugh and laugh.
I didn’t expect to see HIM here! I know we will be laughing about this for a long time.
Why is it so hard to avoid sugar? Even one day is full of sugar temptations.
In the morning,sugary cereals fill the cupboard. Sugar is on the counter for coffee. Cinnamon rolls have appeared by the microwave so I grab some cottage cheese for breakfast and escape from the house of sweets.
I must avoid the break room at work where the fresh donuts radiate a tempting scent. I dare not open the refrigerator which is well-stocked with soda pop. I accidentally open my snack drawer in my office and quickly slam it as the emergency candy and granola bars are waiting for me.
At lunch, I opt for hummus and pita bread- until I check the ingredients and discover they both contain sugar! A friend mentions most boxed and canned food contains some form of sugar, so I select an apple and almonds. I’m almost afraid to eat anything!
At an afternoon meeting, I search for a pen in my purse and come across peppermint candies. I close the purse and decide to not take notes.
A quick spaghetti dinner is not possible because both the pasta and the three varieties of spaghetti sauce in the cupboard contain sugar! Even the French bread has sugar. When preparing a green salad, I avoid the dressing… more sugar!!!
Every commercial break pushes sugary snacks in my face, adding images of comforting cookies, happy cakes, friendly candies, heavenly donuts and life-saving soda pop. Turn off the TV!
We need options! We need to be educated! No wonder we are a nation of sugar-addicted overweight diabetics.
Please pass the salt.
Recently while watching a movie, I realized that I was a bit anxious during the conflict between the characters and I just wanted them to solve their problems and get to the happy ending. This is why I have been reading and enjoying Debbie Macomber’s books. When the most recent season of Cedar Cove on TV ended, I began to read the series. I couldn’t get the books fast enough! So I zipped through Cedar Cove and then moved on to Blossom Street. Now I’m finished there, but not ready to go to Texas or the Dakotas yet, probably because I live in Washington state and love the local references in those two series.
Spoiler alert: Most of my books have a happy ending.
Life: Our neighbor married a man from Nigeria last year. They are the sweetest, nicest couple, and she is due to have a baby next month. They are in their 20’s, I think.
Dream: In my dream we are living in my mom’s house, and this couple lives near us, in Orv’s house. Because she is working and he is not, they decided he would carry the baby. So we are out in the front yard on a beautiful day, and two of my friends, Kim and Marty, are out there and talking to each other. Kim has on a big straw hat. Marty is laughing. The couple comes outside and he is obviously pregnant. She goes and talks to my friends, and he is holding a newspaper and looking like he’s about to start crying. He’s wearing a dark blue-green sweater as he walks up the little hill in our front yard.
I walk over to him, and he tells me he doesn’t know what is the matter with him, why he feels like crying. He shows me the article in the paper, on the front page of the second section. It is about him, the first man to carry a baby. A photo shows him with his wife and father-in-law riding in the back of a pick-up truck, facing the front, standing up, all smiling as the wind is blowing them, and a freeway overpass is behind them. The sky is a brilliant blue in the photo.
I tell him, don’t worry, when you are pregnant, the volume on your emotions is turned up to the maximum. Anything can make you cry, even something happy. He is nodding, trying to hold back his tears. I give some examples of things that made me cry when I was pregnant: a book, a movie, a picture, a child, a mother, a song, a sentence, a commercial, a thought. He looks at me with a look of unbelief, as if he is the first man to ever be in this situation.
Oh. He is.
I am in a facility like a community center, walking with a couple of other people. We walk around the corner and there is a beautiful mural about 4 feet wide, on the wall (which I have attempted to recreate in this illustration- although in the dream, it was much more beautiful). It shows a shoreline with a little alcove, a girl sitting on the edge of the dock, with her feet in the water, a grassy area in the foreground. Two sailboats are in the far distance, at the top of the painting.
We stop and look at the painting. I say, “I like this mural!”
A man who is walking with me says, “Of course! It has so much meaning! The sails represent that everything is for sale, and the girl is wondering if she is for sale, what she should buy or sell, and all the green means that she is naive, yet she is so sad because of all the blue, all alone and blue…” And he kept going on with this ridiculous explanation.
I just saw a peaceful scene.
When he finally paused for a breath, I asked, “Can’t you just say that the painting is beautiful?”
My family and I are at an event downtown, a type of church convention. About 50 people are in the room, people of all colors and races, mostly Afro-American people. I admire one lady’s long braid, she is tall and beautiful.
We are to do an exercise or activity together. We all step into a large pool that is about 3-4 feet deep. The water is very comfortable. We are standing in the water in our church clothes. My husband is off talking to the other preachers at one end of the pool, and our son, Nathan, is with me, at the other end of the pool. Two large video screens, one above each end of the pool, give us the instructions on how to proceed.
Nathan shouts out, “Crystal!” when he sees his friend, and she turns around and smiles at us. She is not far from us in the water, wearing a black dress. I say to Nathan, “You said her name really well!”
The instructions on the monitor tell the people at the other end of the pool to move around a little. The people at our end are to stand still as water splashes around a bit. Then the people at the other end are told to move back and forth in a motion together, and big waves come to us, pushing on us, and we have to brace ourselves so we won’t fall from the water movement.
Then everyone stands still and the water becomes calm again.
The monitors say, printed and through a voice, “We are not alone in this world. Everything we do, no matter how small or how big, affects everyone else.”