Moonie's Not So Secret Diary

Dream of being lost in another Place

The other night I had this dream. As most dreams are rather obscure, this was not much different, yet it definitely had a lot of feeling in it. Surprise, confusion, loss, and more.


I dreamt I was somewhere like in a dusty plain, lots of dirt on the ground, possibly a forest and mountains not too far away. There were no sidewalks. Regardless, I was at least far from home and on what was kind of... hmm, what's the word I'm looking for? Barren land?

When I say far from home, I figured I was still on planet Earth. I just wasn't familiar with my surroundings.

I began to wonder if anyone at home realised I was missing. Maybe at least one person would, and notify the police.

My next thoughts were how did I get there? Where was my car, if I had one? Or did I have one? I couldn't call anyone anyway, because my phone was in my purse and my purse was missing too.

This left me with a very sad feeling. I could be forgotten so soon and so easily. I basically had nothing.

Hopefully, I'd be remembered well, if at all. I didn't even think about how I'd survive with nothing at all. I also didnt remember driving there.

Had my life ended and I didn't know it? I didn't recognize this place. It seemed like the average place you might find in westerns or a movie setting. I wasn't really scared either.

I thought I saw at least one woman, dressed in fine clothing and even a hat. The kind women wore in the old days, even before my time. Someone was with her, maybe a child or a man, both walking about, but they didn't notice me. They went towards a building and disappeared from sight.

I didn't seem to care for some reason.


Light caused my eyes to slowly open,I felt something soft and pillowy beneath me, my mattress below me, and that's when I realised I had only been dreaming.

It's odd that I can remember it so well. Usually, I forget minutes after I start moving around.


* In real life, my oldest son stopped talking to me. March 31st is his birthday and I know he'll be celebrating with other people as usual. As much as I'd like to be with him on his special day, I can't. It's not my choice, it's his. He believes that I make him worry too much.

I guess it don't count how long I worried over him, when he hadn't contacted me in over ten years. I finally had to just pray that he was alive, safe, and doing well. And I was thrilled when I actually did get to see, hug, and love him anyway, except it was a tense hour or more.

Yet, now what? Is this how my life will continue on? I honestly thought otherwise. This is not like breaking up with an ex. This is my blood, my son who I love, raised myself, and gave him a decent start in life.

I watched him grow from handsome tiny infant, then as a toddler, and teenager, still handsome, smart, and good hearted young man, then he left home to a far away place, to find his own way in life. I never thought he'd ever choose to not be a part of mine. It's not easy to have happen, yet we want them to have choices of thier own.

Bless him regardless. I'm at a loss as to what to do. Since nothing I say will help him see this isn't making things better, I will pray and know that at some point in time everything will be fine, if not in this lifetime, then infinity wise.