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Window to a Dream

I had a dream last month that was so realistic I woke thinking I'd actually gone to visit that place and those people. The details have lingered for so long I thought I'd write a post about it, just for fun.

I dreamt of a small, pretty farm with an old farmhouse, from which a family was moving out. Mom and Dad were in their late thirties, and they had two kids (a boy and girl) running around the place. I didn't recognize the family, the farm or the area, but it reminded me of the Carolinas. The house was filled with vintage quilts and antiques.

I started helping the couple with moving things to their black van, which they parked next to a bonfire (they were also burning trash.) The fire bothered me, but not enough to say anything. As we carried things out the mom and I chatted about quilting, and what she wanted to let go of but couldn't make herself do so. Her husband was annoyed with a neighbor that should have come to help them but hadn't. I remember one huge window hanging with a beautiful red and white quilt covering the glass panes from behind, and I asked the mom if I could take a photograph of it. The kids constantly ran around us as they played. Nothing happened that was odd or strange until the end.

It was at the end of the dream that the couple's van began to glow red-hot from being so close to the fire, and I warned the dad, who began spraying the van with water from a garden hose to cool it down. Why he didn't put out the fire I can't tell you. When I abruptly woke up, I could still see that red and white quilt behind the window; it was that vivid. I also had a sense of intense satisfaction and happiness that I rarely get from dreams.

I think I can guess from where some of the dream elements came; we took care of our neighbor's property during Hurricane Idalia and had to move a lot of their outdoor furniture. There is an old cabinet on their back deck with glass-paned doors that resembles the window-and-quilt in the dream. Red always symbolizes danger for me, and the van's proximity to the fire was a lot like our proximity to Idalia. Me helping these people move was much the same as when I helped my guy move our neighbor's furniture. Yet the entire story of the dream seemed like something I was telling myself: be happy and move on, maybe.

I hardly ever dream about quilts, so to wake from one filled with them is probably what made me happy. Whatever the dream meant, I really liked having it. :)

Image credit: Image by JamesDeMers from Pixabay

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