The story of two sisters, a mom, and our journey to adopt a brother from Russia.
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Strange Dreams....
I woke up late, but instead of getting ready for work, I am sitting her staring at the computer and trying to wake up. I have to work today. Not my favorite thing to do on a Saturday, but since I will be working much less int he month to come, I suppose I should manage to drag myself in and try to do my best. I had a very intense dream. I dreamed that I was a kid again and my brother Grayson and Gabe were with me. This is an impossibility in reality of course because Grayson and Gabe never occupied Earth at the same time. But in my dream they were both there and I was so excited to see them. I was in bed at my childhood home, and I heard a noise... It was Gabe, as a little toddling baby, running down the stairs. He was scared, and I ran down after him. When we got to the bottom of the stairs, we stopped and I was comforting him. Then came Grayson, still about the age he was at his death. He was wearing a Batman mask and had no shirt on. We both (Gabe and I) got excited to see him. Gabe reached out his little tiny hand and touched the mask and played with Grayson's hair. The three of us were then walking down a dark road outside-- it was night. I don't think we were scared. We were just walking and talking... I don't know about what. The dream got weirder and I went on ahead down the road. When I looked back for them they were gone. I went back to try to find them, but couldn't.... I can't really remember what happened after that. It was a strange, strange dream. But it was so vivid. Oh, it was nice to see Grayson in my dream. It was nice that the two brothers could be together... a least in my imagination.
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