I had a very long a drawn out dream last night. I can only remember bits and pieces and could spend thousands of putting you all to sleep as I try to recall every minute detail in order but, there was one thing in particular that stood out.
I was walking across a car park towards my wife and son who were waiting patiently. Suddenly something fluttered in the breeze. I watched closely as it swirled around, up and down. It went one way then another like a dazed bird that’s not really sure where it’s going. Then suddenly it straightened up and flew directly in to my face. I grabbed it and saw that it was a $5 note. I looked around, saw other people and held the note out offering it to somebody that may have dropped it. No one took it and I ran off to my car.
Ok, so me and my family don’t get on. Although the reasons why are long and complex it does have relevance to this dream, I think.
My wife and kids were sitting at the couch and a gift had arrived from my mum. It was for my son. Maybe it was his birthday, maybe Christmas I’m not really sure, but the fact my mum had sent a gift at all was strange. When we opened it we laughed that it was a very cheap looking picture frame with a non descript picture in it. But it was what was behind the pic that caught my attention. My mum had placed all of my baby pics there, as well as school photos etc. as if trying to get rid of my memory.
Ok, before you say anything I want to get it straight that I am not a money hungry person. Of course I wouldn’t mind some extra bickies in the bank but on the whole I’m happy with my new car, my little rental, a holiday once in a while and enough spare cash to buy a nice coffee everyday. I am also, definitely not a pushy parent living my failed dreams out in my kids. I let them be free to make their own choices. I guide, advise and always try to see things from their perspective.
I just wanted to get those things straight before jumping in to telling you about my next dream.
Last night I dreamt that my son was in some sort of soccer program. I’m not sure of the full details but I do know that they were going to give out $1 million to one of the boys. The list was narrowed down to three and my boy was one of them. Of course I was very excited about this and watched nervously as they went about interviewing each of the chosen few.
The first boy was so shy that he hid behind his dad refusing to talk. He’s got no chance, I thought as I perversely revelled in his discomfort. My boy was next. He was cool calm and composed as always. I was so happy. For sure he was in the top two.
I then woke up needing to pee. Not that you needed to know that.