This is Alpha, the first-born, when he was 2YO.
This is Beta, the second-born, when he was about 2YO.
This is Gamma, the third-born, when he was about 18MO.
Early is On Time
Oct
13
2008
It used to be that my bad dreams would be that I was late to class, either because something happened to make me late or, worse, I couldn’t find the room. As far as bad dreams go, that’s not too bad, I suppose. And I have that type of dream only once or twice a year. Most of my dreams are either innocuous or bland enough to be forgotten rather quickly.
I suppose they would be classified as annoying dreams, not bad dreams or nightmares. The most annoying variation of this theme is the dream where I am at school, know I am supposed to be in class, but can’t find the paper with my schedule printed on it.
I am officially getting older now. My last bad dream had to do with being late to a meeting at work. I hate being late to things, but work? A meeting?
I am approaching, but have not yet reached, the point at which I will have been at my job for longer than I have been in formal schooling. There were 12 years of elementary, middle, and high school, plus 4 years of college = 16 years. And I have been in my job for only 11 years. So I should have 5 more years of school dreams left before my mind switches over to work dreams. Maybe it’s a gradual transition.
He said to them, ‘Please listen to this dream which I have had;’
Genesis 37:6
This little article thingy was written by Some Guy sometime around 10:51 pm and has been carefully placed in the Ponder category.
October 14th, 2008 at 11:34 am
I have 2 recurring dreams – one about all my adult teeth becoming loose and falling out, and another about working at Mrs. Fields’ cookies. The first one I think stems from my wearing braces, which was 8th-10th grade, and the second obviously from my part-time job there throughout college. They are both unhappy dreams, although not nightmareish like one about my children being kidnapped. They used to be 4-6 times a year, but now maybe once a year. So hang on, you might be dreaming about being late for class for a while still! (Yes, I’m probably plagued by dreams about Mrs. Fields because of all those idiots who asked for sesame sweet cookies. It’s SEMISWEET!!!)