Dreams

I often wondered about what babies dream about when they sleep. When Gracie was younger, we would watch in amusement as she made funny expressions and kicked her legs when sleeping. Early this morning, Gracie talked in her sleep. She yelled, "I want, I want the dustbin!". Cute! I wondered what sort of dream she was in then.

I read somewhere that if you do not recall your dream in the first 2 minutes after you woke up, you will forget your dream completely. So it is not that we did not dream, but we lost them after we woke up. I cannot recall many of my dreams. There have been some where I was transported back to the places of my childhood. There was once that I dreamt of my father although I cannot remember the details now. That was some time after he died. I guess the last days of his life had left some impressions.

I can still remember when I was young I would have sad dreams about losing my mother and waking up crying. That was around the times when I came to understand death. It took me quite a few years to learn how to cope with what would be inevitable. Now, my mother is still healthy and strong at 71 years old. God bless her with a long and happy life.

I guess as parents, we all have responsibility to stay healthy. For the sake of our children. That is the main reason I gave up smoking. Likewise for my wife.