I had a great dream last night, probably because i've spent a cool week-end with friends including a b-day party on saturday and a dinner in the garden yesterday with Margaux clamoring for Tata Chouchou ;-)

In my dream, Tibi and I were going to a flea market and she'd found a rare Japanese doll with perfect hair and wanted to give her to me. Then she found the big headed paperdolls I loved as a kid and we also bought a vintage Licca dollhouse in a case... We were totally excited and couldn't wait to go home and play with our new treasures...

It's strange because I haven't been able to muster such excitment for dolls for ages, yet this morning, I woke up and felt like hugging my plastic girls.

So Tibi, if you read this, you'll have to take me to a flea market soon so my dream can come true. BTW, your dolly find was amazing !

Blythou out.

Last night, I had that same dream about my grandfather I had last week.

We're sitting at a table, probably having lunch. He's still strong & handsome, with a full head of white hair, the way he was when I was a kid. Somehow, I know he's going to get sick and decline soon and I tell him so. Except I'm not sure I actually speak up but we understand each other nonetheless.

I rise from the table, take him by the hand and tell him that he doesn't want to get sick & weak again, he hated that. I lead him out of the room.

My dream ends up while we're walking outside, hand in hand, like I did when I was a kid and he was taking me somewhere. I'm leading him to his death, I think, but it's not sad, because I feel like he's had a second chance to live a perfect life and leave this world before it's too late.

And all the while, I'm thinking I'm sad but at least, I've had a chance to tell him how much I loved him. Which is silly, because even though I didn't tell him so (I'm pretty shy when it comes to feelings and emotions), he knew it. He knew he was the most important male figure in my life.

Strangely, I've come to think of this dream as comforting. Maybe, I'm slowly coming to terms with his death after five years.

Blythou out.

Dreamt about my grandmother twice last night.

First, she was in her kitchen, looking energetic and fine, the way she was when I was a kid. She was holding a very big owl in her arms and had covered the poor bird's head with a plastic bag. I thought she was trying to kill it, but she explained she wanted to release the bird outside and thought it was the best technique. It made sense, back then ;-)
Somehow, the owl came back in her kitchen and to me, it looked like it was watching over my grandma. Even though owls are supposed to look sinister, I've always loved them and to me, the whole thing sounds just bizarre.

The other dream implied Christmas preparations. When i was a kid, it was a pretty big deal. My grandparents always had a huge tree, they hung all kinds of decorations including chocolates. Well, in my dream, they had decorated three X-mas trees, including one that my grandfather wanted to use as a table centerpiece and had perched on one of those honey jars you see in Winnie the Pooh cartoons.

I woke up feeling puzzled but happy. Somehow, it's like my grandparents came in my dreams to let me know they think about me as I think about them in this pre-holiday season.

Blythou out

Last night, I dreamt I was in Tokyo. I'd just landed there and already, Tibiloo and I were going shopping in some weird underground mall which looked like something out of Mario Party, the wii video game. And there was a store which only sold Moomin stuff, which I immediately checked out, with my Snorkmaiden stuffed toy to which I was talking. Oh, and I bought her candy.

Weird ?

No, not that much if you think of it. I'm going to Tokyo around the same time as Tibi and Poohie. I could pretty much see us hitting the stores as soon as our planes landed. And Tokyo sounds like the sort of place where you can find a Mario Party themed shopping mall with a Moomin store... Oh, me talking to a toy ? Well, it happens all the time. I mean, I sometimes talk to the apple I'm going to eat.

Why do I dream such boring dreams, I'd like to know...

Blythou out.