I am at the office on company time I guess you would say. But I have to tell you about my dream early this morning. I was up at 3 am and then woke at 5:20am having had one of my regular nightmares. Early this AM
I LOST IZAAK
Before I went to bed last night I found a little thought that was attributed to his namesake. Izaak Walton.
And I don't know if that was what precipitated this dream or not.
I was in Provo and in missionary attire. I had my name tag on. Izaak was dropped off after school wherever I was and we were going to go on a train ride. I remember changing my clothes and putting on levis and tennis shoes for our adventure. We were on a train and it was just old boxcars with benches in it. We were kind of riding up a mountain. Suddenly I realized that I had forgotten my bag. I had left it sitting on a picnic table. I told Izaak that we had to get off the train and go find the bag. Somehow we were in different boxcars and I told him I would hit the side of the car and they would slow down a little and that is when we would jump off. Can you believe this! When I got off the train I could not find Izaak. First of all I went to the picnic table looking for my bag and saw a girl with it. I had to chase her, but got my bag back. In my dream I was crying and went into a building and there ran into two random people. Steve Bergstedt, a kid I grew up with and Christian Kasteller, (Rachel Washburns's husband). I asked if either of them had a mountain bike or motorcycle that they could take me on to hunt for Izaak. Neither did and so I went to another place and there was another random person, Ruth Curtis. A girl I also knew in my youth. So I gave Ruth and her roommate a description of Izaak and to watch out for him and call me if he showed up.
That is when I headed out and started running back to that mountain in pursuit of Izaak. Thank goodness for my new knees! I was running fast and hard and could actually do it. This is when I woke up. I did not find him in my dream. I just lay in my bed and worried and wondered why I had such a dream. So now I need to call Adrian and make sure that he got home last night.
Dreams are so weird. Especially all the random people you had in it. Izaak is safe and sound. :) I will call you later today and tell you about experience of falling down my stairs this am. I pulled a Doug Linde. I'm fine, but my boys were the hero's.
ReplyDeletehey grandma I just read about the nightmare on
ReplyDeleteyour Blog! it was very fun until, you lost me
and if you Wonder gran I did make it home.
love your dear grandson
Izaak.
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I hate those kind of dreams. Think happy thoughts tonight.
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