blackbirdrising

Had another flying dream, but this time I was near my sons school, it was night, and there was some sort of evil thing I was battling. Objects, big heavy ones, were thrown at me by something unseen, and I dodged them all. The road under my feet changed, but I remember I would just change direction to stay on it. Then I jumped up into the air and spread my arms to fly, and it was like pushing through invisible mud. I did it because I had to find my son. Found him, landed beside him, and woke up.

The mind of my daughter is a beautiful, bright place. ("flying with my daughter" shows that).
The mind of my son, is just....whew....dark and scary. I wish I could rescue him from THAT.

First of all, I'm sorry for the absence (again). Good thing I'm not a mod, like I wanted to be a few months ago. Adam's had a stroke, but he is recuperating. I think recuperating is different from recovering. Recovering sounds like things will be the same as they used to be - things will never be like they were, and in many ways, that's a good thing.

My dream that I had today, as I slept late for the first time in weeks and caught up on much needed rest, was beautiful. I was inside of a multi-story building with my 12 year old daughter, Kat. Somehow the building was a dragon (?), and the balcony was its mouth. we held hands and jumped off the balcony together, floating harmlessly high into the air, and landing together in a lush green park, with pink flowers, white flowers, every kind of flower, and clear water bubbling in a brook nearby. several time, over and over, we flew and landed sometimes jumping up to fly, others simply lifting off without any effort. I remember seeing a rust-red dragon flying in the distance, but it never approached us, never caused us any harm, we were in no danger. It was just relaxing and very nice. I woke up refreshed, feeling my daughter and me had spent time together, just us, making a memory.