In the small hours of last night, I dreamt vividly that I was woken by the Lovely Son standing by my bedside, calling me to wake up, having travelled up from his home in London to surprise me. I was delighted to see him, and although taken aback by his unexpected arrival, didn't wonder at all at how tall he was (about 6" taller than in real life) or how much younger (by about 15 years).
I felt a wave of disappointment wash over me as I woke to realise it had just been a dream.
Later, I texted him about it, and received his response: he sometimes dreams that he can hear my voice calling him, and wakes with the same feeling of disappointment. Aaaaaawwww, bless.
(Mind you, I haven't ever noticed him being particularly thrilled to really hear me calling him to get up in the mornings.)
He's coming home next week, to do all those horrible, long-neglected odd jobs around the house, and give me the chance to spoil him a little. We can take turns at calling to each other to wake up.... or I can do what I usually do: sneakily, silently open his bedroom door a tiny way and let the besotted, waiting dog hurtle in to throw herself ecstatically on his sleeping form. Having your ear licked by a small wriggling dog is just the best way to feel really awake first thing...
Then the cats creep in, shyly and suspiciously at first, gradually becoming bolder and fiercer with their pouncing and bouncing, and my work is done for me. Getting out of bed starts to look like a good idea.
10 comments:
Awww, that's very sweet and touching... especially the ear-licking bit!
But seriously, the fact that both you and the Lovely Son have such vivid dreams of each other speaks volumes.
Haha, aww. I don't think I would mind being woken up like that!
A boy and his dog - very cute picture. (The last one. The ear-licking one not so much.)
The dreams are rather sweet too. I dreamt last night that I was stuck half-way up a cliff. Not so nice.
I dreamed that all my three kids were crazy, noisy, madcap people who visit and turn my house into a music, jokes and card game festival venue. Oh, I remember now. It wasn't actually a dream.
AHHH!!!Animals and boys, what a mix.
Dreamland visits can make up for a lack of the other sort!
I get those dreams too...very poignant.
Lurve that dog-licking pic, especially the screwed up face.
I am not a Mum. In my memory, I never had one - she died when I was barely five. There was never a replacement.
This post made me cry.
Made me slightly tearful, too.
The cat variant of ear-licking is the equally gross nose-rubbing (with added tuna) or worst of all the "Aaaaa...tishoo" right in the slumbering face. The "Did I tell you it's raining?" at 3 am is pretty good too.
Jan
Sweet post, Rachel.
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