I was blogging so well there for a while, almost every day.  I don't know what happened.  I had a birthday and didn't blog for 18 days.  Hmm...  Age.  It's a funny thing.

Last night I dreamed that I was standing on a cliff with a whole bunch of other people, and we were getting ready to sky dive, or maybe it's just 'jump' since no plane was involved.  I should mention - this is not something I would do during my awake hours, sky dive that is.  There were no parachutes - more like a giant kite we were supposed to hold onto.  Everyone had their own kite.  "It'll be fine," the twenty-something instructor told me.  The entire dream was me asking everyone around me, "Have you done this before?  Do you plan to do it again?  Don't we need a parachute?  Sure is a long way down..."  Hmm...

This nightmare seemed to go on forever.  I even remember the hotel all of us "skydivers" were staying in.  That would be the hotel that I couldn't seem to find the office to check out.  And I was far enough from home that I was going to have to catch a flight from the kite jumping place back to my real world - but I couldn't carry all my stuff.  I had some sort of huge rocks I needed to take back on the plane, which I couldn't carry. 

What does this dream mean?  That I've got more on my plate than I can say grace over?  Too much to carry?  Fear?  I don't know.  I can tell you this - jumping off a cliff or out of a perfectly good airplane is not on my 'bucket list'...

I've had strange dreams all my life.  Actually, the one I mention is nothing like some of the ones I have.  I was a terrible sleepwalker as I child.  Occasionally, I still sit up in bed, scream, wave my arms in the air, reach over and slap poor Patrick - it all scares him to death. 

Not sure why I chose this subject to blog about, except that it's early in the morning, and it's what is on my mind - me standing on the edge of that cliff holding on to some kite string, and that goofy instructor telling me, "It'll be fine..."

My mother is probably reading this, recalling how I used to go out into the front yard in the middle of the night when I was a kid...to do cartwheels.  The thing is - I never could do a cartwheel...not when I was awake anyway.  I bet I was a challenging child.  Love you, Mother.