Dreams

This is going to be (somewhat) the wax philosophical post for me. I had my first dream last night, or rather, early this morning, of my grandmother's house, since her death, that was not looking like it was before her death. My subconcious finally accepts she is dead? Who knows. One of my friends Katee (I have multiple katee people in my life)and I yesterday had a discussion of my years of musing on being married. ("Not gonna mess this one up eh?"..."After years of you listining to my dreams of mariage, do ya think I'm gonna...") I had made a bad joke, and she was giving me a bad time. The vocalics are impossible to put in with email. I also had a dream discussion yesterday with Emilia regarding moving out of the country for a couple of years, something we have both dreamed about in a wake-ing-like sense. It is interesting out this word dream gets used for so many things, and in so many ways, how it is a signifyer of the forces that govern our lives to a point, and how it reveals much of who we are as people. Okay, maybe I just felt like talking and did not want to call someone so early in the morning. It still is ineresting, maybe, to some of y'all.