January 6, 2010

Last night I dreamed that the kids were little again. Betty and I had had taken them to the beach. The hotel suite must have been something I made up because one side of it faced the ocean and the other side faced an old marina. The marina had been closed down and turned into some kind of swimming/activity facility for the hotel. That's where we were summing. I could see them clear as day; Pat splashing Chris in the face, Chris screaming and Betty yelling at both of them. Shannon was hanging on to my waist with those puffy air bags on her arms. There was a whole bunch of people and some guy speaking into a microphone. It was a very warm day, we were basting in sear and salt spray. Sea gulls were everywhere trying very hard to compete with the kids. There was a cacophony of summertime sounds. I smiled deeply inside myself.
And them I woke up. I am still in Farmville, my head is pounding (another sinus infection), I'm still unemployed, and my coffee maker stopped working. For a split second I had some vain hope that I had become a bear and had slept through winter. But no, still winter, still cold. But on the up side at least I did wake up.