I must have been on the verge of a night terror last night. Or a really vivid and spooky dream. But Bryan says I was quiet as a lamb.
I was sitting at this computer, writing at my blog and I felt a ghostly presence. I put my hand out to touch it and it touched back. And then it grabbed me, and tossed me around the room Ghostbusters style… and Jesus, I felt every single bump. (And, I tried in vain to save my 20″ iMac – but no dice). Somehow I ended up with my leg straight through our giant throw pillows from the sofa in here and then I wobbled into the bedroom to beg for Bryan’s help.
And that’s when I started realizing (during the dream) that I must be dreaming. And I really needed to keep my mouth shut because Bryan was sleeping. And I then realized, Hey – since I am dreaming – I can just wave my hand and make all this mess go away. Office cleaned, iMac restored.
I also realized that my Dad was in the room with the ghosts. And that he is always with me. But it was a good sort of feeling for once. And I was OK with it. (If you haven’t noticed it, I am very meticulous in my thought process). I haven’t talked about my Dad for a while, because honestly, I haven’t thought about him. Which is good since I really do associate him with so many bad things.
However, once in a while, it’s good to have Dad there to remind me that while there might be chaos flying around me, I have the power to stop it. There *is* power in the bedlam.