Dreams

I sometimes have reoccurring dreams. They don't happen often and they're not always the same exact dream, just similar. I might have a dream and remember having a similar dream a couple of years back. When I was younger, I used to have reoccurring dreams about being at the beach and a really, really, really big wave that basically looks like a wall of water is about to come down on us. It's huge and frightening! I've had this dream in adulthood, too. Freakin' scary tsunami dream! Ugh! 

I have other dreams that are always a bit different, but we end up in the same place. I like the places in these dreams. One of them consists of being on vacation somewhere, and we win an exclusive opportunity to basically go on a shopping spree. Sometimes it's at a mall or a large store, and you get a limited amount of time to grab whatever you can grab! It's usually a fancy store, not like supermarket sweep. Haha! So you have to browse a little bit. Sometimes it'll be at a large store where you have to spend your own money, but the stuff is discounted like 90%, and the time isn't limited. It's AMAZING!

The other place I like that shows up in my dreams is a store/restaurant that I'm usually excited to visit with my mom and sister. It is a big, large field with all kinds of crops and fresh fruit trees and plants. Next to the field is a store where the produce is sold, as well as a restaurant where they use the fresh produce to cook with. The store has some exotic foods. The restaurant has awesome food, the staff is really nice, but it's always busy and they have to rush us through a little bit. I wish this place was real! :) I wish the shopping spree place was real, too! Like how I dream about food and shopping? Yeah.

Another dream I have is NOT so pleasant, and it's quite different every time. But we're usually in Mexico or another country on a mission trip. I've done a mission trip to Mexico to build houses about 10+ times, but it's never been scary.  In my dreams, it is! We usually either get lost or deserted, get captured by bad guys, or get captured by cops and get in trouble for something we didn't really do. One time my mom, dad, and I got shoved into a scary room with some cops and there were two guillotines! The rest of my family wasn't there, besides Lance, who got left outside of the scary room, but I wondered what would happen to him.  I woke up before I saw what our fate was. ha! What the heck?! 

I also dream about Carrisa from time to time. Not often, but maybe every few months. It's usually a good dream. But there's a common theme, where she's always alive in my dreams, but at some point we realize that she's not "supposed" to be there. Something seems odd. Like, how is she alive? One time she had miraculously come back to life after being dead for a while. But it was somewhat "normal" in my dream. I mean, she was in our local newspaper and stuff, but it wasn't worldwide news like it would be if someone really came back to life. One time we were at a conference and someone was showing us a presentation one of our "possible futures". It was weird. But in the clip of Carrisa's future, it showed her on a big boat, like a cruise ship kinda, and she was laying on a blanket with FOUR of her children. :) She was sooo happy. They were running around and sitting near her and she was laughing. The sun was shining. It was beautiful! 

Another thing I dream about is fighting with my family or friends. I've had dreams about having a HUGE fight with my mom, dad, Nae, and a few dreams about having huge fights with random old friends from school that I don't even know anymore. So weird!

I have a few other dreams that aren't reoccurring, but they are quite memorable. One of them was that we were on a church retreat in some cabins up on a large mountain. A bunch of monster-people came after us and we had to grab all of our stuff and flee down the mountain to safety. Our old pastor's wife had just had a baby (She was actually pregnant in real life at the time of my dream), but the baby was JUST A HEAD!  No body. They had other kids and people to take care of, so they asked me if I'd carry the baby down. As we were running, I was holding the baby/head (who was apparently perfectly fine, even though it had like, NO organs, pretty much), and I was trying to hold it firmly enough to not drop it, but gently enough to not squish it's soft spot. It was SO WEIRD AND GROSS!     Another one I had as a kid. Lance and I were playing outside in the sand, and I got up and left to get something. Suddenly the sand turned to quicksand and Lance started sinking! He wasn't strong enough to get out. A helicopter came flying in above him and dropped a rope for him to grab, and they pulled him out. That one scarred me for a while! 

We got a new bed and Ryan and I have both been dreaming a lot since we got it! It's not comfy though, and we're thinking about returning it.

I hope you enjoyed my WEIRDNESS!

The End.

Rocking

When Emilee was a small baby, I used to ALWAYS have to rock her to sleep. Pretty much every bedtime, every nap, all the time!  Ryan would do it too, but I think she liked her mama's rocking the best. :) I used to be so overwhelmed when she was tiny. She was so fussy. She was always gassy. She HAD to be swaddled, have her binky, be rocked to sleep. Sometimes I even hated doing it. Usually in the middle of the night while living with very low energy and very little sleep.

Emilee still likes to be rocked once in a while. Usually her preferred soothing method is a bottle though, instead of her Mommy. But if she's just overly tired, sick, or just feeling snuggly, she'll want to be rocked to sleep. She is getting bigger and older every day. My little girl isn't really a baby anymore in a lot of ways. She walks, she's starting to talk, she can sort of feed herself. She does what she wants. ;-)  When I have to rock her now, I cherish it. I wish I had the energy to cherish it when she was teeny tiny. And a lot of the time I did cherish it and soak it all in, while other times my lack of sleep and chronic tiredness kept me from loving every moment of it. Now I love every moment of it. I rock her for a little while longer even after I know she's asleep. I listen to her breathing turn into a little snore, I rub her tiny back, I smell her freshly shampooed hair, I kiss her forehead multiple times and feel her little fingers. She is still my baby! I love that special time with my sweetie, even if she's just sleeping through it. :)