An obviously grown Grayson:
Giving me a skeptical look
After a long while of not having any particular dream to remember or blog about, I had a short disjointed two-part on a Sunday morning:
I was in the kitchen cooking dinner, and Mark was in his favorite spot on the couch in the den. I was fixing spaghetti, with green beans as a side. I was looking around in the cabinet for the seasoning I wanted to use and suddenly was holding a bottle of spice mix that I was unfamiliar with and did not purchase. At that moment Mark said something to the effect of buying what he wanted me to use in the dinner. I felt annoyed, like he had stepped on my toes, and I added far too much seasoning to the pan. The more I stirred, the more spice appeared and I was thinking "now how am I going to fix this?". The scene abruptly changed and I was in my bathroom at the tub, leaning over and looking into the water. I understood Grayson (as a toddler) to be taking a bath. The water was cloudy with soap, and he was underwater, holding his breath, so I could just make out the shape of him. He surfaced and I said, "honey, this water is way too cold" as I started running the hot water into it. He seemed to get smaller/younger and once again slipped under the water. Then the dream abruptly ended as the alarm went off.
Would I label this one as a nightmare? Reading over what I wrote brought the "feelings" of the dream back to me, and it wasn't really a memory that made me smile...
