Hey, friends--
Yep, Happy Easter to all who observe. Our Sunday here in is quite cold and wet; we actually had freezing rain last night! It's most unusual to have this wintry weather so late in the spring (for these parts, that is). My late great-grandmother always used to say to expect a bit more cold before Easter, and she has proven right every year so far, including this one--even in this era of global warming!
This hibernation-worthy weather has given me a wonderful opportunity to catch up on my rest this weekend, and I had a marvellously lazy, dream-filled sleep last night. One of these dreams was not the most pleasant, but still did not impede my recuperation. This was one of my flying nightmares, and I thought it would be germane to invoke it here given our David's close connection with the world of air travel. I dreamt that somehow my family had convinced me to board a plane, alone, in order to travel to New Zealand for what I had been encouraged to regard as a wonderful visiting opportunity. I was sitting in the plane, surrounding by other travellers, while the plane was taxiing in preparation for takeoff. My anxiety was mounting, and I was feeling that I just had to get off that plane...just like Suzanne Plechette's character on that episode of 'The Bob Newhart Show'. While I was deliberating with the short amount of time I had left, I suddenly woke up. Whew!
I have these kinds of dreams every now and then, ever since I last stopped travelling by air. It's as if some part of my subconscious is determined to face the fear, even if it's only in the world of my dreams. But still can't imagine ever boarding a plane again, not in my waking life.