I dreamt last night, that I was back at my old house in Waterloo. I only realised, after I had moved, that I LOVED that house. I imagine what it might be like now, if we had kept it and done it up. And also how much it might be worth, although, saying that, the value would probably be falling along with all the rest of them. Anyway, I digress. I dont know whether my old house was mine or whether I was just there, in fact, I dont remeber much of the dream at all except for the location and the ‘characters’ in it. I do know that I woke up pretty happy so it must have been good!
Unfortunately its something that isnt happening often enough at the moment, waking up happy. There are times when I dont particularly want to wake up at all, if it means waking up here. Dont get me wrong, I love and am incredibly grateful and loving of my little ones and would never leave them, but what I mean is that I would rather live in my dreams, than wake up in my reality. Wow, that sounds really poetic(k)y, (yes, I know thats not a real word) get me!
Anyway, hopefully this is just a temporary thing until I get myself and my family back home, Ive got 2 lottery tickets waiting to be checked in my purse, the longer I leave them, the longer I can dream that theyre what I need right now. Fingers crossed!