Had a weird dream last night. Wonder if it is my subconscious expressing my not-so-hidden concerns.
In my dream I could recall real-life memories of skyping with my kids. I could recall the blurry image of them in the chat window, how I could still make out Caitlin’s missing two front teeth.
Then, still in that dream and with that “knowledge” or memory, I approached the Caitlin in my dream.
She was already a grown teenager, my height, bearing a full set of adult teeth. She was also dressed in her school uniform. She didn’t speak, just smiled lots.
Typical of my dreams (that I could at least remember) I was running around a lot, asking what’s-this/what’s-going-on questions. Particularly (mainly because I didn’t see anyone else) asking Hot Mummee this. She nonchalantly ignored me/my questions, went about her usual staring at her laptop. I recall I kept saying “But she was always only this tall”, holding my hand to my sternum, palm down. In the dream I even asked HM if Caitlin had even gone through puberty yet.
Cut to another scene; you know how dreams are.
There was me, the current-sized Caleb, and one other character in the foreground. We were near an open window.
Caleb proceeded to swiftly walk-climb to the open window, and fell out!
I peered out over the ledge; it was only a ground floor window, and he was faced down in a drain.
Cut to the next scene I was already outside. I picked him up, and sat him on the ledge of a flowerbox wall next to the drain. He was sobbing quietly. “Where ouch-ouch?” I asked, brushing dirt off his body. He points to a few joints here and there.
Then I woke up.
They say you can really only remember the last dream you had just before waking, forgetting the earlier dreams you have had from your whole sleep.
I think there are obvious underlying themes here, in my current conscious state of mind.. :-/