Family: The Dream

Last night, I turned on my heat for the first time this season, and I put on some of these heating spielydiels on my neck and lower back. I took some cold medicine and conked out after what started to be a little bit of an emotional night, as I thought about the fact that 10 years ago I was getting ready to move to Israel (I left *A* and was raped).

I had been waking up early, stuffed up for the last few mornings, but this morning I woke up 10 minutes late. I had been having this dream - it seemed very real, so I must have been deeply asleep.

I was traveling with my parents and my sister, at a hotel somewhere. There was a warm and happy feeling. My sister kept going off by herself though, and we weren't sure where to find her. Then, we were all of a sudden getting ready for some sort of party. All of a sudden, my grandfather came to perform a brit mila on my nephew, and I was sitting around a table with my brother in law and father. We were all laughing about how we didn't want to see it, but were happy that it was happening.

That's when I woke up. I'm walking around now in kind of a daze - in part I think because of the dream and in part because I'm still a bit sick. There are lots of errands and places to be today, but it feels kinda good to be productive again.