A few nights ago I had this dream, and I made a mental note to remember it. Just to blog. I love blogging.
I dreamt that my husband John, our two-year old Michael, & I were at a home improvement store like Home Base. It had a warehouse atmosphere, high, unfinished ceilings, beams criss-crossing way overhead.
I was walking around carrying Michael, and John was off looking at something on the other side of the store.
Then I heard a foreboding *creak* above us, and I looked up to see that the ceilings were being finished, so the beams were in the process of being covered with white plaster-like paneling.
I couldn’t identify the epicenter of the creaking noise, but I walked around to try to avoid it anyway. With Michael in my arms he was my treasure, and I wanted him to be safe from whatever was causing that creaking. We walked toward the front of the store to leave, and I heard a man shout from above, and that ominous *creak* again, even louder this time…
When CRASH! Right in front of us, two construction men came falling through the plaster ceiling tiles. White dust billowed everywhere. Then John emerged from the other side of the incident, we saw each other, and walked to meet each other, to make sure everyone was OK…the end.
This doesn’t need to be analyzed or anything, it was just a vivid dream that I wanted to write down. Dreams are best analyzed by the dreamer herself. But comments are always welcome, if you’ve read this far…
