Dream: Blankets

Last night I had a lot of dreams, most of which I can’t remember. There was an anxiety to those dreams that I suspect comes from my toothache and my foot fracture both hurting (yes, they found out Friday my foot is still broken from October).

The one dream I remember has to do with my dad. He was a bit younger, maybe in mid-late fifties and he was just chatting at me. He was concerned about something for me and we just kept talking in what I think was a living room in a house.

He insisted that I needed to learn how to fold the blankets and he handed me some of the blankets we used when I was a child. It was really important for him. For some reason that made me sad

From Parents Photo Album

There was a part of me of course wondering in the superstitious part of my mind if he was trying to tell me something, but I know logically the only thing that might have been telling myself something was my subconscious.

Either way it wasn’t a bad dream, just a bit anxious. I am sure it has to do with my health stuff and coming up and the anniversary of my dad passing. Either way, this morning is going pretty well if a little tired. Full of me looking at what to do in the future.

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