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Woke up from a dream; by brother, my father, and my grandfather were all in it. Most of the action took place at Gramps place, which was on the shoreline of Lake Huron. Most of the action involved myself and my brother, as well. Gramps slept in the dream, is all. Dad put in an appearance later, and actually in the kitchen of the house I grew up in, which Dad built. Mostly he just said hello.

My brother and I spent time making photos and watching the water traffic off-shore. Lots and lots of traffic, all of it heading south. This seemed to place dream-time in the fall, not a big surprise as this time of year here in North Central Baja Jorja reminds me a lot of late fall. Wake-time, now, there shouldn't be any water traffic on Lake Huron, and in fact may still be some ice build-up along the shoreline.

One of the photos I made sent me running uphill back to the lakehouse for my camera; a very pretty sunset over the Lake, which is odd because Gramps place faced East, not West. But dream-time doesn't need to correspond to wake time, of course. And three children walked through the dream at that point too, one of whom proved midly annoying but surprised when I moved her talking hands gently out of my face with an aikido counter.

Going into the house for my camera, I entered the living room of Dad's house, where a cluster of furniture waited for prospective buyers. I only recognised one piece, it all looked like antiques, and my brother had it up for sale.



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Mar. 7th, 2008 03:19 pm (UTC)
oh that's odd.
Mar. 7th, 2008 07:29 pm (UTC)
I suppose I could of been at some of the relatives who live on the Canadian side, they of course faced west. In the dream, though, it was definitely Gramp's (Dad's dad) place.
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