I Dream of Home

I just read a blog entry from Jinkee where she talks about her dreams of Manila.

I also have similar dreams, but mine are closer to home. I once dreamed of carrying my daughter Lexi, and how happy I was when I felt how big and heavy she has grown(despite not seeing her since March). I also dreamed of taking Julia to the playground. When I left, I had to push her since she didn't know how to make it move. In my dream, she raced me swing for swing.

Extremely homesick? Not really.

I'm not saying that I don't miss them (I'd shave my head to be home now). You see, I often dream when I start missing.

I think dreaming is our subconscious' way of coping and realizing. Our mind is like a wide basin on a pole, and memories and emotions are the water that slowly fill it. Dreams spills the water so slightly, it keeps the basin from falling.

Dreaming, I guess, keeps us sane.

Hopefully I won't have to dream of home often, because I will be in 27 days.

Artwork from Akira Kurozawa's Dreams

Playing in my mind:

One dream, one soul

One prize, one goal

One golden glance of what should be

Its a kind of magic