Some mornings, no – make that most mornings I wake up and the first thing to go through my mind is: what on earth made me dream that? I do have simply the most strange, irrelevant, disturbing or downright weird dreams. In fact, so entrenched are my dreams that I often re-dream the same dream for a few nights in a row, or I dream in episodes – as in I just pick up where I left off last night. I am an early riser, I do not like lying in, because you see, in my case a late morning translates into binge dreaming. I can only handle so much weird at a time. To make matters worse, I also remember my dreams and they often stalk me throughout the day.

Occasionally, I fancy myself a bit of a Joseph (the one that wore a Dream Coat and interpreted the King’s dreams) and I will then Google if there is any relevance or meaning to my dreams. I suspect Google has given up on me. It always wants to know if I dreamt in Hindi. Occasionally though, Google will spit something out, which I read shaking my head, trying to understand who on earth came up with such an interpretation. It is a good thing Joseph’s king did not have Google, because Joseph may well have replaced Daniel in the lions’ den, with a slim chance of parole. And so, this morning I woke up from an extraordinary, weird dream, so weird, I called on my Aunty G to help me out.

Apparently, the dream (no, I will not be sharing) represented my desire to do away with the negativity that I have accumulated over the years. It highlighted my desire for a peaceful, balanced, and harmonious life. It then went on to say that I should be reminded to be grateful for the many things I already have. Well, hello Dream Meaning website, do you read by Blog? I am grateful. For lots of things. And before I have to dedicate an entire blog to him: Yes, I am grateful for Domino.

On a more serious note, the Google dream interpretation did have me reflecting a bit today. It reminded me that I have in fact lived this dream. I have shed so much of the negativity that clung to me for so many years. I do, most of the time, live a peaceful and balanced life. All of this did not just fall into place. It was a self-awareness journey that was not always a smooth ride. I had to navigate many a pothole and speed bump. But fortunately, my GPS always brought me back to where I was meant to be. Even if it was not where I thought I would be. At the same time, my thoughts also made me reflect on the things I do not want to be. And it would seem that some of these things are unavoidable and may well come with age. I wrote around this topic a year ago.

I come from a bit of a dysfunctional family. The dysfunctionality has come down a few generations, with each adding their own layer. This week, I lost a cousin. Due to my dysfunctional family, I did not have a close bond with him. Instead, my thoughts turned to his too young to be a widow wife. From the brief moments when our paths did meet up, I know that she has not only lost her husband. She has lost her best friend. Her soul mate. Her other half of crazy. The best part of her adventure. I am trying to imagine what she must be feeling. If anything, I hope she is rather reflecting on how extremely fortunate she was. They shared with each other that “kinda” magic that few are lucky enough to experience.

It was while I was contemplating this, that I noticed Colin outside. He was contorted into a tangled mess, clearly having a Pompeian moment, all frozen in time. When he finally came in, I asked what he had been up to. He pulled out his phone and ever so excitedly showed me the photos he had been taking of a dandelion seed head. These seed heads are commonly picked and blown to make a wish. Which is exactly what I would have done. It is a good thing Colin got to it before me.

Had I been the one to blow on it, I would have wished to grow old enough to still enjoy joie de vie, not so old that I pisse dans mon pantalon. (It sounds better in French.) I hope to grow old enough to reflect on our journey and pause at memorable intervals just to relive the moment. You know that feeling? It is a bit like at random moments you relive a snippet of your adult child’s life when he was small enough to fall asleep in your lap. And more than anything, I hope to grow old with my best friend. My soulmate. My other half of my crazy. The one that makes me all huffy when he does things less right!

And, of course, Domino. May he grow old with us.

Lastly, I would wish to grow old on Meraki Mountain. As in, living on it.

(PS: And I would wish for Colin to catch the hint. 😊)