vaguely irritating dreams
Apr. 19th, 2006 07:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
edenfallingI woke up about an hour before my alarm this morning because sunlight was shining in my window. But it was an hour early, and I was tired, so I went back to sleep.
I then dreamed that I woke up again and it was pitch black outside... which made sense, when I checked the alarm clock, because it was about 2:00am. I heard Vicky and my dad talking in the hallway outside and got up to ask them why they weren't in bed, and to tell them I'd dreamed it was morning already.
My dad was holding my other little sister in his arms, and told me to take her into my parents' bedroom while he finished his conversation with Vicky. So I held her and walked to the master bedroom and laid her on a futon beside my mother. I was trying to remember her name, and it really bothered me that I was so tired/out of it that I couldn't remember my own sister's name. I was sure it was either June or Jupiter, but Jupiter isn't a girl's name and June (while vaguely fitting with Victoria and Diana, if you consider that it derives from Juno, and being a not terribly common name that's still immediately recognizable as a name) didn't sound quite like something my parents would choose.
My mom woke up as I laid my baby sister beside her, and wondered what I was doing up so early.
"It's not early," I told her. "It's the middle of the night."
"Then why is the sun out?" she asked.
At that point I woke up again, one minute before my alarm was scheduled to go off, and yes, it was indeed sunny, because it was 9:30am.
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I don't have a second little sister! And considering how old my parents were when I was born, it would be physically impossible for me to have a sibling younger than about... mmm... 10 years old. Maybe 8 or 9 if you really push it. An infant is right out. (Also, my parents don't even own a futon.)
It's odd the way locations can shift in dreams. Somewhere between checking the window and my alarm clock, I slipped from Ithaca to New Jersey and never noticed.
ETA: I told my dad about this dream, and his immediate reaction was, "Well, yes, for you to have a sister only one year old, she'd have to be adopted." That hadn't even occurred to me, and yet, considering that both my dad and my aunt are adopted, it really should have. I tend to forget that they're adopted, though, unless I'm specifically thinking about it, because it's never been an issue in the family -- my grandparents were their parents because they chose them, loved them, and raised them. Period. My aunt has gotten in touch with her birth relatives in the past couple years, but she didn't even start looking until she was over 50 years old. And my dad has no interest in his birth relatives whatsoever.
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Am reading The Tipping Point by Malcolm Gladwell. So far, it's interesting and quite accessible.
I then dreamed that I woke up again and it was pitch black outside... which made sense, when I checked the alarm clock, because it was about 2:00am. I heard Vicky and my dad talking in the hallway outside and got up to ask them why they weren't in bed, and to tell them I'd dreamed it was morning already.
My dad was holding my other little sister in his arms, and told me to take her into my parents' bedroom while he finished his conversation with Vicky. So I held her and walked to the master bedroom and laid her on a futon beside my mother. I was trying to remember her name, and it really bothered me that I was so tired/out of it that I couldn't remember my own sister's name. I was sure it was either June or Jupiter, but Jupiter isn't a girl's name and June (while vaguely fitting with Victoria and Diana, if you consider that it derives from Juno, and being a not terribly common name that's still immediately recognizable as a name) didn't sound quite like something my parents would choose.
My mom woke up as I laid my baby sister beside her, and wondered what I was doing up so early.
"It's not early," I told her. "It's the middle of the night."
"Then why is the sun out?" she asked.
At that point I woke up again, one minute before my alarm was scheduled to go off, and yes, it was indeed sunny, because it was 9:30am.
...
I don't have a second little sister! And considering how old my parents were when I was born, it would be physically impossible for me to have a sibling younger than about... mmm... 10 years old. Maybe 8 or 9 if you really push it. An infant is right out. (Also, my parents don't even own a futon.)
It's odd the way locations can shift in dreams. Somewhere between checking the window and my alarm clock, I slipped from Ithaca to New Jersey and never noticed.
ETA: I told my dad about this dream, and his immediate reaction was, "Well, yes, for you to have a sister only one year old, she'd have to be adopted." That hadn't even occurred to me, and yet, considering that both my dad and my aunt are adopted, it really should have. I tend to forget that they're adopted, though, unless I'm specifically thinking about it, because it's never been an issue in the family -- my grandparents were their parents because they chose them, loved them, and raised them. Period. My aunt has gotten in touch with her birth relatives in the past couple years, but she didn't even start looking until she was over 50 years old. And my dad has no interest in his birth relatives whatsoever.
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Am reading The Tipping Point by Malcolm Gladwell. So far, it's interesting and quite accessible.
