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Posted: 10 Nov 2008 08:52 AM CST Praying It doesn’t have to be a few words together and don’t try into thanks, and a silence in which
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I think I’ll take the advice.
The dream I had this night:
I am with the children, and we are somewhere in a bog park. At some stage I get separated from the others, but no worried, and stay with Alina. We bought tickets for a show, and were looking for our sits. It looked as if people were occupyingany available sits as they came. I was trying to spot and get a better sit, but in doing do we failed, as it turned out, that somebody always already claimed the attractive ones. In the end someone ushered me with Alina to the sits on the upper tiers. We went in that direction, but as we were approaching them, they changed in appearance, as everything does in the dreams. Now we were facing a kind of rocky terraces, where one have to climb risking one’s life, and then perch on the top. The situation wasn’t helped by fragile china plates, which for some reason all the spectators were given to take to their sits. And of course, Alina was struggling to climb that high up, being a 4-year-old. I felt a little sorry for her, but at the same time didn’t try to help too much. And so, we were scrambling up and managed to get to the top of our tier, only to find out, that the ledge we were suppose to sit on was too narrow, about 20 cm wide. I looked back, and sow the Alina trying to climb up along the vertical wall of very rough stone-work, thinking that when she is up here, there will be nowhere even to sit safely. Somehow, she managed to get on the ledge, but by this time I gave up on the whole thing, being frustrated and hopeless, and daunted by the prospective of getting down from this place to safety with a little child, china plate and other things a mother always has to carry about, like water, jackets, etc… I felt like throwing the plate down to smash into pieces, but thought of other people mulling about down below and didn’t. And somewhere there I woke up…
In the morning everything was much better. I was in my bed and Alina was next to me – safe and untroubled. Eva came upstairs, already dressed and with a toothbrush in her mouth. They are my lovelies, and I want to cry when stop for a minute to feel how real they are, how precious. Then the morning went on. Dressing, brushing, breakfasting, combing, and each of us proceeded to climb their own wall again…