Recently I have been wondering when I would again meet a dream. This morning that expectation wore away as my alarm rudely woke me from an important conversation. I don't dream often but when I do it's vivid and I remember it. I get so entangled in the images from my dreams that I, unlike some who cannot distinguish the difference between dreams and reality, cannot separate myself from them. Perhaps it is because they happen so infrequently that I feel the need to cling to them as I do. They are treasures. Moments of mystery meant only for me.
Simple enough is this logic: when the images in my dreams are pleasant, than I usually revel at their invasion of the empty spaces in my head. If they are grim, I can be found sullen for a few days in silent recollection of them. The dream I was torn from this morning carries both sorts of images and I am therefore stuck reveling in empty recollections of pieces I think I missed.
I've always known to be true that I take a long while to process my dreams. And this dream, in which I had an important conversation, is likely to be no different. I just wish it didn't always feel like such a puzzle.
Back in college, in 2004 when blogging was hardly even a thing yet, I was here. Blogging before blogging meant anything to anyone. You can look in the archives for my past writings, but it was much more like a journal in the past. When we started fundraising, I messed around with the idea of launching something new for this new phase of our journey but actually hated that idea. I am a sum of all of my life and so much of it is here already. So I'm keeping it here. At least for now.
My main focus these days is blogging about our newest journey into the bizarre and wonderful world of gestational surrogacy. Posts dated 2013 and forward will trend heavily toward that journey. I don't promise everything I write will be about though. There might be other things that sneak in occasionally.
Please come along our journey with us. As the saying goes, "The more, the merrier!"
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