I have vivid dreams almost every night that I’m lucky enough to remember.
Last night I was at the cottage. I dream often about the cottage my Grandparents owed while I was growing up. In fact, I’d probably say that the cottage is my most common dream setting.
In this one, I was there and my brother was there and Jeff and his brother were there and so was my cousin Paul. I think Grandma must have been there too. I think we were all bored and for some reason the septic system wasn’t working or the water was shut off so Grandma had us peeing in a pail in the bathroom instead of the toilet.
Anyway, it just so happened that at the edge of the carpet going into the kitchen from the dining area, that happened to be the international border line, so there was a border guard who had to stand there. If we wanted to go into the kitchen or the backroom we’d have to go show our documents to the officer and state our business in the other half of the cottage. After a few trips back and forth he’d just start waving us through.
I think we were playing cards and board games. Typical cottage activities. It felt like we were sitting around waiting for something though.
This was one of the dreams where the cottage had a basement too. Seriously, I dream about that cottage several times a month that I can remember. It was a special place to us. One of the worst dreams was when I dreamt I went back to visit and all the forest behind was so logged and developed you could see cottages all over just behind Grandpa’s salt lick for the deer. In another an entire army was doing drills in the back yard.
Yeah, my brain tells odd stories at night, but even so, it’s nice to wake up and feel like I was just there. That cottage will forever be one of my favourite places on earth.
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Jeff
Thank you for not waking me up at 3AM to tell me about it.
Lisa
Oh I reaalllly wanted to, I was so close to waking you up “by accident” just so I could tell you all about it!
Anne Marie
Another moment I wished Grandma had a computer to read your blog. She so loved the cottage too!
Julie
peeing in a pail in the bathroom- I am glad I wasn’t in that dream! Although your mind should have remembered the outhouse in the backyard- but maybe you didn’t have the 25 cents or whatever it was the sign said for toilet paper in it. I wonder if you ever had to tell the border guard that you had to go to the back room because Grandma wanted all us kids to have a rest- or get out of her hair for a while, I am not sure what the real reason for our “downtime” was.
It is sad that kids today won’t have our same memories of cottages without game systems and computers. I loved walking with the cousins, and uncle Bernie sending us to the store, and walking to the beach with grandma-and seeing all the run over snakes on the road. Wow this is a blog in itself more than a comment. Oh well, you love me anyway.
Another great memory was the fireworks- and yelling “bi-way special” to the ones that didn’t work so well. Looking back though, the burning schoolhouse does not make me so happy anymore haha.
Happy dreaming my dear lisa!
jjverk
At last Lisa is writing down her dreams. A best seller in the making!Yes the cottage was a special place.