Tick Tock


clock-474128_640Have you ever, while waking up, incorporated the sounds around you into your dream? I woke up early this morning to what I thought, in my semi-conscious state, was the sound of someone loudly chopping vegetables nearby. It took a while for me to wake up completely and realize that it was only the sound of my the ticking clock that my kids gave me, which I usually don’t even notice. It’s pink and shaped like a pig, and it’s a very happy clock.

I’d been having one of my recurring dreams, or rather recurring themes in my dream, which I won’t get too into. Let’s just say that while they were frustrating themes (trying to find a working shower, keeping people out of my room, couldn’t find my suitcase and clothes, not able to work) they weren’t full-fledged nightmares. I’ve gone about a week without nightmares, and I’m pretty happy about that.


About pickleclub1971

I'm a single mom of 2: a Southern CA native, who transplanted to Utah 4 years ago. I have one 18 year old who is off to the Ivy League, and one 14 year old who is in high school. I served an LDS Mission to Southern France and I’ve also lived in the San Francisco Bay Area, Idaho, Northern Arizona, and New Hampshire. I love 80’s music, classical music, choral music, playing the piano, singing, speaking what French I still remember, and talking about history and music with whomever will listen. I love that my kids are better at math than I was at their age. (But they still get frequent historical references from me…anyone familiar with Ducky from NCIS? He’s that kind of medical examiner, I’m that kind of mom.) My kids also think I know all the lyrics to all the songs from the 80’s, mainly because I’m good at making them up and faking it when I don’t know. Sometimes they catch me. I’m currently disabled with PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder). I want to get better (of course) and be an advocate for trauma survivors and others with mental illnesses. I like people in general. I suffer from the delusion that I can make everyone my friend, but of course that isn’t possible: but I still believe that the world can be a better place.

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