dreams

Dreams. I love that word. It’s always been such a happy word for me. I’m sure no one has caught on to this yet, but I like to use song lyrics/titles for a lot of my blog titles. Usually something Fleetwood Mac related. Which, I have been listening to a lot lately. FM never lets me down. I was actually fortunate enough to see them in Knoxville last weekend – it was good for my soul. They are beyond amazing. And, always see me through lots of stages in life. Happy, sad… wherever I am, I have their music.

“Dreams” is one of my favorite songs of theirs. I would post all of the lyrics, and I may another day, but I love every single line. I can’t pick one. I just know how it makes my soul feel and how the words resonate within my heart.

So… dreams. They are magical little glimpses into the what-could-be’s in life. They can change, reform, take another shape, or they may always be the same. There are two kinds of dreams – daydreams/goal oriented dreams (my favorite) and nighttime dreams (not my favorite.) I used to dream all the time as a younger adult. All kinds of wacko stuff. As I’ve gotten older I find the only times I have dreams is when I’m truly stressed out. It’s really weird. And, my dreams are always related to what’s going on in my life at the time.

Even worse than nighttime dreams in general are the dreams that you have that everything is OK (when in reality it’s not) – you wake up with the biggest smile on your face, stretch in the early morning light, have those warm fuzzy feelings that life is darn near perfect and then you open your eyes. The smile melts, your body goes a little limp, and you lay there in that harsh morning light. It was just a dream. One is bad enough, but when you have them a couple days in a row… it makes you not want to go to sleep.

The other night I had another dream. Not one of those buzz killing dreams, but something a little more interesting.

I had a dream that there was a house for sale and I was really charmed by it before I even knew what it really entailed. It wasn’t a “dream home”, but it appealed to me – it was the combination of the wrought iron gate that lined the front yard, the purple flowers growing up beside it, the putty and white colored exterior, and a room in the house with big open windows that let the light in. The room was so bright – the kind of bright that makes you believe in God. It was like Heaven in that room. There were white, flowing curtains that whipped in the wind… it was beautiful. It made me feel safe. And, secure. And, home. …. And, only $85K! That’s how I know it was definitely a dream and I am not going to be driving down the road and find that house. Yep, it was too good to be true.

The dream went on and ended with me putting my name down on a list for those that wanted to make an offer on the house. I was third on the list. I remember being really sad, because I knew this was for me. But, I knew I may not get it. And, it was out of my control but I had to believe that if it really was for me… it would be.

“It doesn’t matter anymore When you build your house Call me home” – “Sara”