A Dream

I was thinking today that this was to be my dream journal too.  Although I, like everyone else, dream every night, with me especially in the early morning, I tend to forget the dream.  I am going to start keeping a pen and a pad of paper on my night table.  I have found in the past when I was actively dream journaling that if I write down 3 words pertaining to the dream I will recall the entire dream with no problem.  The last dream that I remember vividly was a couple of weeks ago and it was very short.  I dreamed that I was looking at a  little girl, a 3 year old, for some reason I knew she was three.  She was beautiful, in fact I recall thinking that she was perfect.  She was very blond, although I could not see her hair because she was wearing a red bonnet, the kind that ties under your neck.  She had a red matching coat.  The coat came to her knees and the strange thing about the coat was that it was fitted at the waist.

In the dream I examined this child carefully, although I did not approach her or touch her.  I looked at her hands and fingers and thought she is perfect.  I think the little girl was me, or it could have my daughter Tami.  It had to be one of us, because I have never known any child who was as blond and fair skinned as we were.  It probably was me.  Perhaps at 3 years old I was perfect; unsoiled, still innocent.  This tiny girl was not smiling, but she wasn't crying either.  Whenever I drag my memories of myself back that far it is always summer and I am always dirty, well dusty anyway, and I am always crying.  Not sobbing, just tears running down my face leaving a streak on my dusty face.  What a strange way to remember the little me.  But perhaps when I was three I was still perfect.

I told this dream to a friend of mine.  When I did that I kind of forgot about it, not completely because this "wonder child" still rides in my subconscious.  I am glad that I was able to view her if only for a few minutes.

January 5th, 2011...................11:34p.m.