Hi Everyone,
Because I love books, I go to great lengths to buy them. I go to books stores, get them from my neighbours, book fairs and until bed bugs started to show up in books at the Salvation Army and libraries, (which includes library sales), I would get my books from them too. Free or cheap books have always been my favourite. (I think I have paid full price for about 7 books, but, to me, they don’t count.)
Some women buy clothes, shoes, accessories and hand bags etc. that they will never use but not me. I get or buy books that can take me years to start reading. I am not even going to admit how many books I have waiting. 🙂
In the last few months, I have gained some discipline. At the last library sale, I went slightly over budget. One book that I HAD to have, is a companion to a female version. (Please remember that part as you are reading the title.). The female version is titled, The Bitch In The House, and the subtitle is, 26 Women Tell The Truth About Sex, Solitude, Work, Motherhood, and Marriage, by Cathi Hanauers. I didn’t see that book at the sale.
The male version is called, The Bastard On The Couch, and the subtitle is, 27 Men Try Really Hard to Explain Their Feelings About Love, Loss, Fatherhood, and Freedom, by Daniel Jones, the husband of Cathi Hanauers. Both books are a collection of essays that the husband and wife team have edited. This is how these books fit into this blog.
On Thursday January 31st, 2013 I woke up remembering a dream I would have rather forgotten or not dreamt of at all. In the first 30 minutes of my being awake, I considered emailing the person I was in the dream with. That person is male.
I have known him for years and I have had dreams where he is in them but I don’t always tell him. The last two dreams in which we both in, were nothing to email anyone about. But the last dream was. It was upsetting. I actually thought about not emailing him at all and letting the chips land as they may.
But as I went about my day I remembered the above book. The more I thought about the book, the more I thought about emailing him with some of the details. My relating my dreams to him goes one of two ways. Either he reads or listens patiently and replies in that manner, (sometimes he doesn’t reply at all) or he doesn’t meaning that he could choose to be more pleasant but isn’t.
About 15-20 minutes after I sent the email, I called him. “Did you get my email?” He did. “Okay, I was just checking,” is what I think my reply was before I hung up. I was still upset about the dream and that caused me to recall the other two dreams.
Both were mild compared to the last but they bugged me.
I can’t control what I dream anymore than I can control the weather. No one can. I can look at the weather forecast all I like, but at the end of the day, the weather has a mind of its own, just as my dreams do.
I believe in the power of dreams. I also believe that everything happens for a reason. So before I decided to blog about the book that I read which made me rethink emailing him, I reread two of my favourite chapters.
The first was kind of serious and the second had me laughing more the second time around! I am sure that I will revisit those chapters again. Excerpts of both can be found on the back of the hardcover I am looking at now. ;D
Is this a rant? I am going to say that it is and this is why.
All of us have had a gut feeling that we ignored to our peril. When that voice in our head says, “This won’t end well,” we ignored it and later we regretted it. I could go on but you get the picture. Whether we admit it or not we have all done it. Dreams are no different. Winning lottery winners who have dreamt numbers, know this.
Thank you for reading, A. Rebel’s Rant! ;D
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