A quick hello to all my new joiners. It's so nice to have you :)
Yesterday I was having serious computer issues. I hate computers, really I do. Alas, they're one of those can't live with 'em...you know the rest, items. I was able to hit only a couple blogs and make some comments. I figured I'd wake up today and just bum on the computer all morning to catch up before running errands.
Weather had other ideas. My kids had a two hour delay due to all the rain, snow and sleet we got yesterday (I kid you not, we got it all--and all day). Which is interesting, because being from south FL one doesn't tend to see a whole lot of anything but rain.
It was early November of the first year we moved here that I first encountered freezing rain (which I assume is sleet, but not so sure): Hmmm, I wondered, why does the rain sound like it's tapping on my house? Oh, look at that, ice is falling from the sky. Little tiny pellets of actual ice. Interesting.
I called my husband at work to ask if he knew what it was. I dunno, he told me, guess that's what sleet is. I hung up and stood at the door to the deck for another half hour just watching the ice pelt the metal grill.
It no longer interests me in that new sort of way; I find it more annoying these days. Plan-interruption annoying.
So, after dropping the kids off at 10:30 this morning I went to the store. Mind you, I have to be really geared up to shop--in any form. It takes days to talk myself into it, so when the plans were interrupted by Weather yesterday, I wasn't overly sad. However, the sun was shining bright today, so I could no longer put off the inevitable. Well, I could, but we've been out of milk, OJ, bread and lunch meat for two days. Plus I needed to hit two other stores.
By the time I got home and put the groceries away, it was time to get the kids. I am now 2 days behind on blogs and know I will not catch up. I'll just have to start over tomorrow.
What does any of that have to do with dreams, you ask? Nothing. Not a darn thing. If you've made it this far, I now have something to say about dreams. Sorry for the rambling.
My dreams are where I get the majority of storylines, usually just the basic conflict, my brain and music/lyrics take over from there. But I don't so much only dream my dreams, and I've always found that odd. Not to mention, wondered if anyone else is the same.
In my dreams, I'm more a director. I almost always know I'm dreaming (does this mean I'm not fully asleep--ever? No wonder I'm always so damn tired.) and I can stop the action or move aside to see something going on the background. If I don't like something, I simply tell myself make xyz happen instead, and it does.
I'm not sure if this means my true calling in life was movie director, or that I'm just plain weird.
Does anyone else out there have anything similar happen? Or do you have a different oddity about your dreams? Do a lot of your stories come from them?