funny dreams

I had a funny dream last night that I wanted to write about but now, of course, it has faded and I can't remember a thing about it. Lots of time I have lucid dreams, which I think means dreams in which you're aware that you're dreaming. I like those.

Here's a real dream, one I've had for many years: to get a big old house (preferably on a chunk of good land), fix it up, and make it a home for children. I don’t know what kind of children… just ones who need a family, a home. I want these children to know they are loved, to experience acceptance and some kind of stability and love that cares enough to discipline and provide boundaries; to learn of the kind but troubled things in life, and the wild things, and the wonderful passionate things. To know they are safe. To give hugs. To value work and play and to know what dirt feels like and how to mix water and flour to make bread. To be a constant, a community. Maybe this dream could look like… adopting a lot of kids. Or maybe working in an already-established home like this. Or maybe just living. Or maybe it means something else. It just seems that we’re not given strong feelings if they were for nothing or meaningless. At the least they must be there to further shape our thinking, our hearts, even if they don’t work themselves out in a literal or tangible way. So if anyone has any old, awesome houses they need a use for, let me know.