Dreams (and a boost for Disraeli Hall)

 

I am not sleeping well these days and one morning as Col's alarm clock went off so early, I got up, had my breakfast (which he always makes), saw him off, making sure he had his sandwich lunch, phone, camera, etc, decided I must try to have more sleep, and took myself back to bed.  I fell into a kind of uneasy waking dream, in which I was asleep in my bedroom here, aware that I was trying to sleep, but also back in my bedroom in the house I call 5 Disraeli Crescent in my books.  So this does seem like an opportunity to mention my book again, as it is about the two houses of my childhood - see picture above. Neither of them was a stately home, or even a Hall, by the way!

I hope it is very readable - I try to make my books page-turners - and both funny and scary.

In my dream, someone knocked at the door and said "Sue".  I thought it was my father.  Then I thought it was maybe my mother, and so I got up and went to the door, opened it and listened. And I heard my parents talking quietly in the kitchen which was both the kitchen at 5 Disraeli, but also wasn't. At some point I saw my mother, about fiftyish, talking with Penny, but somehow she had changed so much it wasn't her. I saw her profile clearly in my dream, and it wasn't her. Then I realised that both my parents are dead.

So who had knocked at my door?

I decided it must have been Pen, and suddenly woke up, realising, I was on my own. No-one was there.

The dream left a feeling of sadness and loss. And reminded me that it is not always a good idea to try to get back to sleep.

But it is so good to know that there is every reason to hope I will see my parents again when the time comes.  They will be young then, as they were when I first knew them.

And how young they were, as I look back at them, and how much they had been through, in their different ways. People were much more stoical back then, and did not talk very much about what they had been through - as us kids of the post-war babyboom played happily in the bomb sites and retired air raid shelters. 

And still we - the human family - have learnt nothing from our tragic past, given the recent headlines are all suggesting we are heading for a third World War...

We can only learn to live in peace with each other when we listen to our loving Creator, Jehovah, the God of Abraham. And millions of us are. And hopefully millions more of us will, before Jehovah brings a complete end to the current wicked system of things on the earth.

In the meantime, I don't think I will be writing any more books. Maybe a short story, or two...  but my batteries are so low at  the moment that I am having a painful struggle even to make a carrot cake, to re-stock the freezer with cakes for the Cake Fairy to pack up in the Captain's Detecting lunches.

I had to sit down for a rest halfway through making the current cake, and then sit down again halfway through clearing up after it. How sad is that?

I was a householder in the School on Thursday night - with just one brief practice.  I prayed a lot about it, and so it all went fine.  We were talking about why Christians must take no part in war.

I do not remember being taught that in my convent school days.  Nor, to be fair, would I have been taught that had I gone to the local Protestant school.

I had another odd dream on Thursday night.  I dreamt that we had both woken up, and got up. Then woke up to find that we hadn't.

What was the point of that?