Confessions of a Grandma

I have recently had dreams in which I am entering a house.  I open the front door and flocks of birds fly out.  Last night, as part of the dream, i was thinking, "Well, these birds just keep getting into the house somehow so I better check out how they can be doing that."  I found a broken window and called my brother to help me fix it. Since I have had the dream a couple of times and since I seem to have been making the deja vu  connection even in my dream, I looked up a dream dictionary . I did not contact any of the earnest looking psychics wiling to chat with me, but I did find this interesting to think about: To see birds in your dream symbolize your goals, aspirations and hopes. To dream of chirping and/or flying birds, represent joy, harmony, ecstasy, balance, and love. It denotes a sunny outlook in life. You are experiencing spiritual freedom and psychological liberation. It is almost as if a weight has  lifted off your shoulders. To dream t...

"Surely the day will come when color means nothing more than the skin tone, when religion is seen uniquely as a way to speak one's soul; when birth places have the weight of a throw of the dice and all men are born free, when understanding breeds love and brotherhood."          Josephine Baker This quote in observance of Martin Luther King, Jr. Day.  He was not alone in having a dream. ************************** Now, on a far less serious note...I have had recurring dreams, nightmares, in which I am on a college campus.  The settings vary, but always I am frantic because I cannot find my way to a math class.  The room has moved, it's impossibly far from the last class, even requires my taking a boat to get there.   I keep wondering what this means.  Something is not adding up in my life?  I feel a sense of failure over something?  Math teachers are generally mean and petty people?  I don't really know. (Really, thou...

Today I am feeling a bit out of sorts for no good reason whatsoever--the kind of day where my mother would have accused me of getting up on the wrong side of the bed.  I can remember as a kid her telling me that  and I really was being so crabby that day that I could not even stand myself.  The logical solution to my seven year old brain was to get back into bed on the "wrong side" and get back up again on the "right side."  I seem to recall that it worked at the time, and I went downstairs and announced as much to my mother and my siblings who had been suffering from my temper. I guess that tells me that I can just decide how I want to feel today.  Mike is off playing with his toys, so I'll wallow in my bad mood for a while longer and then I believe I will put on a more sociable face and go out to do some browsing at the fabric store.  Can't stay out of sorts and moody at the fabric store. As explanation--I have been having a recurring dream in whic...