It happened again last night–my reoccurring dream. Unlike most reoccurring dreams, it was one that I enjoy having from time to time. The people in the dream often differ, but they are usually my close family. In my dream, I was traveling around London with people in my family–Charles, Mo & Po, Bekah, Jon & Bryden, Ben & Ashley, and Ashley’s mom. A random mix of people, I know, but it was still a lot of fun. In this dream, unlike real life, we traveled about the city at a fast pace. One moment we’re in Covent Garden shopping, and the next we’re gazing up at the London Eye, and the other we are in tour boat floating up the Thames. The funny part was when Bryden got tired of riding on the boat, and so he jumped out when we got close to the shore (there often is a "beach" along the sides of the river). It was a comforting & pleasant dream, but it was still just a dream. I suppose it’s cheaper than reality, at least.
Perhaps it’s this time of year, that causes me to really long for England. Maybe it’s the changing of the seasons, or just simply being away from there for so long (nearly 6 years!) that makes me feel this way. I remember the most incredible sunsets and sunrises that we saw from our brilliant view in our room in Moor Close. I loved our group outings to the town of Windsor–with the Crooked Tea House, Castle and stumbling onto a Guy Fawkes' Fireworks display at the castle while visiting for Deborah's birthday. I missed being able to visit London without prior notice. I long to see the Christmas displays in the store windows there, such as those at Harrods.
Someday I hope to return, with Charles, so that he can more fully understand this part of me. What a fun trip that will be. Until then, I will continue to visit regularly--in my dreams, of course.
