I dreamed of Sissy last night. She was a baby again, sitting on the dressing table. She was combative and resisting my efforts to dress her. She screamed and kicked and pitched a huge fit about every dress or outfit I pulled out of the closet. I tried to talk them up and convince her, I even surrendered the objective of making her look pretty and opted for putting on whatever she was willing to wear. No dice. Just screaming and resistance.
I wish I could say that dream was a fabrication of fear and stress except it's a reality. She really did things like that. Even as a baby.
Then I woke up this morning from a dream about AB. He was standing on a rocky cliff that stood over the Pacific ocean, the sun setting on the water's horizon. He was wearing nothing but his swim trunks. I had the impression that he intended to jump from that height to swim in the ocean.
I don't know what that means. I only know that right now he's fast, happy, super loving and affectionate and giddy.
Dreams are weird.