Everything Under the Moon

Hey good morning,

Its 8.30 here in Germany and I woke up from the most odd feeling dream.

The alarm whent of at 6.30 and I fell straight asleep again dreaming I was at home. And in .. my garden? Was the Catholic Church wanting to celebrate the first communion. . Odd enough the prieat asked me what he had to say to introduce the children and asked me to write it down.

So I hurried inside. There was not one piece of paper that was all blank! Either they had somthing scribbled or printed on. I grabbed a pen and wrote "information: Name, Address, Date of birth" but the pen just wouldn't write and my handwriting was terrible. I couldn't read my writing. I wrote it again and again using several sheets of paper but i was always missing letters in the "information" and the other words didn't look like words at all.

I finally woke up! And it was 7.14 my kids were still sleeping and I felt drowsy. My daughter gets picked up at 7.30 and my son has to leave the house at 7.45.

... a dream that's on my mind for so long and feels this intense is always important for my life. I'm thankful for your ideas.

I"m thinking of all parts of a dream are the dreamer: introducing the children or "the child within" to spiritual path working or commitment (1st communion) & an empty pen & illegible handwriting is saying there is no clear route in mind yet. A new dedication but no goal is in focus.

Well... the pen wasn't really empty. It wrote when i scribbled but writing the word "information" was imossible, letters were missing in the end.

Same thing. The in-form-a-tion isn't complete.

I get what you mean.
Dont think it has much to do with the catholicism or spiritually in general.

This here is a small town. Maybe 2k people live here and when i was little almost everything kids could do was organised by the curch. And even if not! Then our ballet group was invited to dance at the church fest.

My situation right now is that i am trying to take my place in this little community. My children are the fourth generation living in this house and i feel treated like a foreigner by some people.

Hm.. still not sure how to adapt it..
I don't feel the need to "fit in" or "be accepted" I'm part of this and i will take part in things that go on here in town.
Some people might "not like it" (people here ARE a bit ... odd.. and i am beeing looked at in between. . Just yesturday. But that is OT)