Dreaming

 I am moody, my horomones feel all over the place and I am sure it is my body tryign to compensate for someone’s ever changing nursing patterns, and well having him in general.

Nothing is really wrong, nor is it spectacular. Things just are. I have things stewing in the back of my mind, and maybe that contributes.

I have been sleeping more which means I am dreaming. SOme of my dreams have made me think. I know it is my mind telling me things.

One of them I was trying to get to where I was going but had no way to get there. I was helpful to a kind old woman who granted me the gift of flight so I could get where I needed too. Only to find out I couldn’t carry my children and fly at the same time. 

That seems pretty litteral doesn’t it. In my waking life, they are my life and I love it, but my heart tugs at me telling me there is more.

Then a common theme in my dreams is I am just too tired to even dream, so I spend my time sleeping in my dreams. One of them I was sick and in a small hospital room. I awoke to find an old man sharing my room. I asked why he was there and they told me they had no more room for him and he was stuck with me. 

Interesting. 

I do find it odd, I am too tired to even dream. In my waking life I am not that tired it seems. Maybe it means my mind is tired.

I am counting down the days to horse camp. I love my daughter, but we need some space. She had been making great strides in life with behavior and communication, but lately she is slipping back making it hard to live with. I love my daughter, but I hate when she makes choices that make things complicated. I wonder how much control she actually has over some of her choices. 

It is bed time… Ahhh bed time.. It is much nicer only waking up 2-4 times a night these days!